Magick then may be defined for our present purpose as the art of communication without obvious means.
― The Revival of Magick by Aleister Crowley (via xxrosebudz)
Your sadness, your fear, your loneliness, even your despair is so fragile, friend. It can break open at any moment. A single note in a piece of music can do it. A kind glance from a stranger. The feeling of the spring breeze on your face. A reflection of a bird in flight. In any moment, your sorrow can shatter into nothingness; it has no more reality than that, no more substance than a shadow. The more you focus on your sorrows and fears, the more you talk about them, analyse them, identify with them, or resist them, the more ‘real’ they seem, the more solid and independent of you they appear to be, the more power they seem to have. In searching for a solution to your problems, you create the problem of ‘having problems’ at all.
Be available for the breaking-open of your pain, friend. Do not assume it is here for any longer than a moment. Allow the arrival and passing of all that troubles you. All this shall pass, remember, all this shall pass.


Jeff Foster

(via abiding-in-peace)
The Quest of the Holy Grail, the Search for the Stone of the Philosophers—by whatever name we choose to call the Great Work—is therefore endless. Success only opens up new avenues of brilliant possibility.
― Aleister Crowley (via songsabouttheunspeakable)