Magic represents a bridge between the material and the spiritual realms, an art that allows individuals to shape reality through the harmonious union of thought, will, and action. In this process, the mind becomes the forge of desires and visions, which take form through symbols and rituals in the physical world. The magician, or practitioner of magic, does not merely dream of a goal or a desire but "builds" it through the conscious use of symbolic tools: a candle may represent the soul, a crystal concentrated energy, a drawn circle the threshold between worlds. Every gesture, every word spoken during a ritual, is not random but acts as a key to unlocking a flow of energy, inviting the invisible world to collaborate with the tangible reality. This is the essence of magic: creating an energetic model, a mental matrix, which reality itself tends to fill, drawn by the force of will and faith.
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#Mysticism
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Across many African cultures, masks are not created to be admired, they are created to exist. Once carved and ritually activated, a mask is believed to take on life, becoming a bridge between the visible world and the spiritual one. Ancestors, deities, and natural forces are invited to inhabit it through ceremony, song, and movement.
When worn, the person beneath the mask disappears. What remains is the spirit itself, present, authoritative, and alive. This is why masks are treated with deep respect, stored carefully, offered food or libations, and never handled casually. Outside their cultural context, a mask may look like an object. Within it, the mask is memory, protection, identity, and continuity, carrying the voice of a community across generations.
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When worn, the person beneath the mask disappears. What remains is the spirit itself, present, authoritative, and alive. This is why masks are treated with deep respect, stored carefully, offered food or libations, and never handled casually. Outside their cultural context, a mask may look like an object. Within it, the mask is memory, protection, identity, and continuity, carrying the voice of a community across generations.
#Africa #Artifacts #Voodoo
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Apollo To Icarus
Seeing you come to me should be catharsis but instead it takes on the colour of murder.
It is because you are the mortal one between us. More beautiful in your emotion, easier to kill,
All that energy inside you as quickly perishable as the entire lifespan of a butterfly.
Maybe this was why I wanted you, I had grown cold with responsibility for the sun.
Destruction was not what I intended for you But this is what happens to all who follow in my wake.
Ask the sunflower who she used to be, She will tell you she was the mortal who fell in love with me.
This was the difference between ichor and iron. The universe made you closer to itself than us.
The water will take better care of you than me, Let me melt your wings, you belong to the sea.
Now a stillness neither of us knew before. Now a softness no one can answer for.
_Nikita Gill
#Greek #Poems
Seeing you come to me should be catharsis but instead it takes on the colour of murder.
It is because you are the mortal one between us. More beautiful in your emotion, easier to kill,
All that energy inside you as quickly perishable as the entire lifespan of a butterfly.
Maybe this was why I wanted you, I had grown cold with responsibility for the sun.
Destruction was not what I intended for you But this is what happens to all who follow in my wake.
Ask the sunflower who she used to be, She will tell you she was the mortal who fell in love with me.
This was the difference between ichor and iron. The universe made you closer to itself than us.
The water will take better care of you than me, Let me melt your wings, you belong to the sea.
Now a stillness neither of us knew before. Now a softness no one can answer for.
_Nikita Gill
#Greek #Poems
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Dark Prince
Betty Jiang
Betty Jiang
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