...in times of trial and of joy, and even unto death.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with
something; make it a word and a blow.
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

There seems little point in practicing magic unless you want to do at least a few extraordinary things with this incarnation.
-Peter J Carroll, The Octavo

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.
- Jim Butcher, Turn Coat

The starry-eyed idealists of today have submerged their critical faculties beneath a tidal wave of slop marketed by those old hippies who now sell a user-friendly dilution of their original enlightenment.
-Peter J Caroll, Psybermagick

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar
- Blue Öyster Cult, Astronomy

Offering's a complicated business.
- Jake Stratton-Kent

Another related point is that theological eclecticism to the tune of replacing this structure with pagan deities so it appeals to personal taste does the ritualist no favours as it undermines their ability to leverage a power dynamic that is better understood and has been employed countless times.
- Julio Cesar Ody, Magister Officiorum

Only fluffy bunnies need apply.
- Jake Stratton-Kent

Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a time, now isn’t then.

- Ursula K. le Guin

...the practioners of magic have always been syncretists, experimenting intraculturally and sticking with what worked.
- Michael M. Hughes, Magic for the Resistance
#MagicResistance

Bakery and metallurgy are just different applications of alchemy, and all three are closer together in practice and mystery than most people might expect.
- Sam Block aka polyphanes Digital Ambler

I've been talking to god lately. I told Her that I was sorry that I didn't do it as often as I once did, but that I wasn't one of those people who only do it when they want something (even though this was one of those times). And I told Her that I missed Her in my life; that those times when I needed Her and I felt Her wings wrapped about me in comfort represented all the faith that I would ever need.

After a very little while, She told me that She knew I wasn't one of those people who only called Her Name when I wanted something. And She wondered why I said I missed Her in my life. Comfort in times of trial was not Her only gift. Was not the love I felt in my heart also Her Gift?

She said that the love I felt was not only Her gift, but a song in honor of Her Name. And that everything I did with that love in my heart was a ritual to Her: every verse I wrote, every smile upon my face, every act of devotion, each embrace and every kiss, every caress in the dark.

So I promised Her that I would tend that sacred flame of love in my heart, that I would remember that She was with me in times of trial and of joy, and even unto death.

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