Aleister Crowley

Following on from my last post, I promised to relay a particular event, or in this case, a person, who sparked my renewed practice around this time last year.
Why Aleister Crowley is everything I don’t want to be:

He lost his father, whom he idolised, at a young age.  He blamed his mother and rebelled as [...]

Why WordPress Makes for a Good Magical Journal

My frustrated friends are probably groaning at the creation of this new journal.  In the last week, I have set up two Livejournals, two Flickr accounts, two Tumblrs, one MySpace, one Facebook, one Soup, one Pownce and one Publr.  Needless to say I have a dangerously consumptive personality, however, I am feeling much more confident [...]