"But in order to work miracles we must be outside the normal conditions of humanity; we must be either abstracted by wisdom or exalted by madness, either superior to all passions or outside them through ecstasy or frenzy." -Eliphas Levi, Dogma Et Rituel De La Haute Magie part II
letchworth state park ⋇ 23 oct
Annie Stegg Gerard (@anniestegg)
An evil presence fills this place
Cultist Church, by me, 2024
Art: Brünnhilde, LXV, Sir Christopher Le Brun PPRA (b. 1951)
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We know that it is the people who do not know enough about their own shadow and their own dark side who are most likely to fall victims to evil influences. If one knows the evil possibilities within oneself, then one develops a kind of second sight or capacity for getting a whiff of the same thing in other people. A jealous woman who has realized her own jealousy will always recognize jealousy in the eyes of another woman. The only way, therefore, not to walk through the world like an innocent well-brought-up fool, protected by father and mother from the evils of this world, and therefore cheated and lied to and stolen from at every corner, is to go down into the depths of one's own evil, which enables one usually to develop the instinctual recognition of corresponding elements in other people. Marie-Louise Von Franz, Individuation in Fairy Tales {Centre of Applied Jungian Studies}
A Cloud and Landscape Study by Moonlight by Johan Christian Dahl
Spring shroomies
"Mushrooms and Rowan" by Kh. Yakupov (1980)
"Burned, broken, but never lost. She speaks in embers and sees what the gods fear."
They called her Heiðr, the Shining One, yet her fate was forged in fire. Three times she burned, and three times she rose—each time stronger, her veins filled not with blood, but with the molten whispers of Seiðr magic. Now, clad in blackened ceremonial armor, adorned with golden runes, and flanked by two crows, she walks the line between prophecy and defiance.
She is Gullveig reborn, a forgotten Vanir sorceress who sees the unraveling threads of fate, knowing that the gods themselves fear what she might reveal.
She carries the Scroll of Ash, an artifact that holds the rewritten history of those who tried to silence her. The words on its pages shift and burn, revealing truths only to those who dare to seek them.
In the fields of battle and the halls of kings, her name is whispered in awe and fear.
"to dwell in a forest of fir trees" read my dark fantasy viking age novel thralls of skuld on tumblr // wattpad
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