Something is happening within my very thoughts or when I'm exposed to any images of magick. I'm watching The Missing now. There is a scene of Native American magick and counter magick that was very well done, to my inexpert eye.
The something is a feeling, a sight, a sense of place. The place is in between. It is quiet. Powerful. The place is where one prays and those prayers live. It is a place where words of power flow free and strike like sledgehammers or softly beat like butterfly's wings. The very idea of the place makes me drunk with magick. There is an undercurrent of danger here.
I like this place. I like being here but it isn't a matter of like. It is a matter of is, what was, and what will be.
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