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Saturday, December 23, 2017

IMAGINATION

Welcome to the IMAGINATION!


In all I have related hitherto imagination was not present but only vision. These are too often referred to as identical, and in what I have written I have tried to make clear the distinction. If beyond my window I see along with the manifold hills a river winding ablaze with light, nobody speaks of what is seen as a thing imagined, and if I look out of a window of the soul and see more marvels of shining and shadow, neither is this an act of imagination, which is indeed a higher thing than vision, and a much rarer thing, for in the act of imagination that which is hidden in being, as the Son in the bosom of the Father, is made manifest and a transfiguration takes place like that we imagine in the Spirit when it willed, "Let there be light." Imagination is not a vision of something which already exists, and which in itself must be unchanged by the act of seeing, but by imagination what exists in latency or essence is out-realized and is given a form in thought, and we can contemplate with full consciousness that which hitherto had been unrevealed, or only intuition-ally surmised. 

In imagination there is a revelation of the self to the self, and a definite change in being, as there is in a vapor when a spark ignites it and it becomes an inflammation in the air. Here images appear in consciousness which we may refer definitely to an internal creator, with power to use or remold pre-existing forms, and endow them with life, motion and voice. We infer this because dream and vision sometimes assume a symbolic character and a significance which is personal to us. They tell us plainly, "For you only we exist," and we cannot conceive of what is seen as being a reflection of life in any sphere. In exploring the ancestry of the symbolic vision we draw nigh to that clouded majesty we divine in the depths of our being, and which is heard normally in intuition and conscience, but which now reveals character in its manifestation as the artist in his work. I had a gay adventure when I was a boy at the beginning of my mental travelling, when I met, not a lion, but a symbolic vision in the path. I had read somewhere of one whose dreams made a continuous story from night to night, and I was excited at this and wondered whether I too could not build up life for myself in a fairyland of my own creation, and be the lord of this in dream, and offset the petty circumstance of daily life with the beauty of a realm in which I would be king. I bent myself to this, walking about the country roads at night in the darkness, building up in fantasy the country of sleep. I remember some of my gorgeous fancies. My dream-world was self-shining. Light was born in everything there at dawn, and faded into a colored gloom at eve, and if I walked across my lawns in darkness the grasses stirred by my feet would waken to vivid color and glimmer behind me in a trail of green fire; or if a bird was disturbed at night in my shadowy woods it became a winged jewel of blue, rose, gold and white, and the leaves tipped by its wings would blaze in flakes of emerald flame, and there were flocks of wild birds that my shouts would call forth to light with glittering plumage the monstrous dusk of the heavens. Many other fancies I had which I now forget, and some of them were intuitions about the Many-Colored Land. After I had conceived this world, one night in a fury of effort I willed that it should be my habitation in dream. But of all my dreams I remember only two. In the first I saw a mass of pale clouds, and on them was perched a little ape clutching at the misty substance with its fingers and trying to fashion it to some form. It looked from its work every now and then at something beyond and below the clouds, and I came closer in my dream and saw that what the ape was watching was our earth which spun below in space, and it was trying to model a sphere of mist in mimicry of that which spun past it. While I was intent, this grotesque sculptor turned suddenly, looking at me with an extraordinary grimace which said clearly as words could say, "That is what you are trying to do," and then I was whirled away again and I was the tiniest figure in vast mid-air, and before me was a gigantic gate which seemed lofty as the skies, and a shadowy figure filled the doorway and barred my passage. That is all I can remember, and I am forced by dreams like this to conclude there is a creator of such dreams within us, for I cannot suppose that anywhere in space or time a little ape sat on a cloud and tried to fashion it into planetary form. The creator of that vision was transcendent to the waking self and to the self which experienced the dream. for neither self took conscious part in the creation. The creator of that vision was seer into my consciousness in waking and in sleep, for what of the vision I remember was half a scorn of my effort and half a warning that my ambition was against natural law. The creator of that vision could combine forms and endow them with motion and life for the vision was intellectual and penetrated me with its meaning. Is it irrational to assume so much? or that the vision indicated a peculiar character in its creator, and that the ironic mood was not alien to it nor even humor? I am rather thankful to surmise this of a self which waves away so many of our dreams and joys, and which seems in some moods to be remote from the normal and terrible as the angel with the flaming sword pointing every way to guard the Tree of Life. In this dream some self of me, higher in the tower of our being which reaches up to the heavens, made objective manifestations of its thought; but there were moments when it seemed itself to descend, wrapping its memories of heaven about it like a cloth, and to enter the body, and I knew it as more truly myself than that which began in my mother's womb, and that it was antecedent to anything which had body in the world. Here I must return to those imaginations I had walking about the country roads as a boy, and select from these, as I have done from vision, things upon which the reason may be brought to bear. 


It is more difficult, for when there is divine visitation the mortal is made dark and blind with glory and, in its fiery fusion with the spirit, reason is abased or bewildered or spreads too feeble a net to capture Leviathan, for often we cannot after translate to ourselves in memory what the spirit said, though every faculty is eager to gather what is left after the visitation even as the rabble in eastern legend scramble to pick up the gold showered in the passing of the king. By the time I was seventeen or eighteen my brain began to flicker with vivid images. I tried to paint these, and began with much enthusiasm a series of pictures which were to illustrate the history of man from his birth in the Divine Mind where he glimmered first in the darkness of chaos in vague and monstrous forms growing ever nigher to the human, to men beasts and men birds, until at last the most perfect form, the divine idea of man, was born in space. I traced its descent into matter, its conflict with the elements, and finally the series ended in a pessimistic fancy where one of our descendants millions of years hence, a minute philosopher, a creature less than three inches in height, sat on one of our gigantic skulls and watched the skies ruining back into their original chaos and the stars falling from their thrones on the height. Most of these pictures were only the fancies of a boy, but in considering one of the series I began to feel myself in alliance with a deeper consciousness, and that was when I was trying to imagine the apparition in the Divine Mind of the idea of the Heavenly Man. Something ancient and eternal seemed to breathe through my fancies. I was blinded then by intensity of feeling to the demerits of the picture, but I was excited in an extraordinary way over what I had done, and I lay awake long into the night brooding over it. I asked myself what legend I would write under the picture. Something beyond reason held me, and I felt like one who is in a dark room and hears the breathing of another creature, and himself waits breathless for its utterance, and I struggled to understand what wished to be said, and at last, while I was preternaturally dilated and intent, something whispered to me, "Call it the Birth of Aeon." The word "Aeon" thrilled me, for it seemed to evoke by association of ideas, moods and memories most ancient, out of some ancestral life where they lay hidden; and I think it was the following day that, still meditative and clinging to the word as a lover clings to the name of the beloved, a myth incarnated in me, the story of an Aeon, one of the first starry emanations of Deity, one pre-eminent in the highest heavens, so nigh to Deity and so high in pride that he would be not less than a god himself and would endure no dominion over him save the law of his own will. This Aeon of my imagination revolted against heaven and left its courts, descending into the depths where it mirrored itself in chaos, weaving out of the wild elements a mansion for its spirit. That mansion was our earth and that Aeon was the God of our world. This myth incarnated in me as a boy walking along the country roads in Armagh. I returned to Dublin after a fortnight and it was a day or two after that I went into the Library at Leinster House and asked for an art journal. I stood by a table while the attendant searched for the volume. There was a book lying open there. My eye rested on it. It was a dictionary of religions, I think, for the first word my eye caught was "Aeon" and it was explained as a word used by the Gnostics to designate the first created beings. I trembled through my body. At that time I knew nothing of mystical literature and indeed little of any literature except such tales as a boy reads, and the imaginations which had begun to overwhelm me were to me then nothing but mere imaginations, and were personal and unrelated in my mind with any conception of truth, or idea that the imagination could lay hold of truth. I trembled because I was certain I had never heard the word before and there rushed into my mind the thought of pre-existence and that this was memory of the past. I went away hurriedly that I might think by myself, but my thoughts drove me back again soon, and I asked the librarian who was the Gnostics and if there was a book which gave an account of their ideas. He referred me to a volume of Neander's Church History, and there, in the section dealing with the Sabaeans, I found the myth of the proud Aeon who mirrored himself in chaos and became the lord of our world.

I believed then, and still believe, that the immortal in us has memory of all its wisdom, or, as Keats puts it in one of his letters, there is an ancestral wisdom in man and we can if we wish drink that old wine of heaven. This memory of the spirit is the real basis of imagination, and when it speaks to us we feel truly inspired and a mightier creature than ourselves speaks through us. I remember how pure, holy and beautiful these imaginations seemed, how they came like crystal water sweeping aside the muddy current of my life, and the astonishment I felt, I who was almost inarticulate, to find sentences which seemed noble and full of melody sounding in my brain as if another and greater than I had spoken them; and how strange it was also a little later to write without effort verse, which some people still think has beauty, while I could hardly, because my reason had then no mastery over the materials of thought, pen a prose sentence intelligently. I am convinced that all poetry is, as Emerson said, first written in the heavens, that is, it is conceived by a self deeper than appears in normal life, and when it speaks to us or tells us its ancient story we taste of eternity and drink the Soma juice, the elixir of immortality.

     
iMAGINATION, by AI (SOURCE: George William Russell, 1918], at dhaka365.blogspot.com


Friday, December 8, 2017

Relationship Traps of Depression






Relationship Traps of Depression


Relationship trap

Depression sets relationship traps for both partners. Everything can change quickly between two people, and it’s crucial to be able to spot these changes as soon as possible.
Here are 11 signs of the illness that seem perfectly designed to undo the bonds of closeness. Humor, talking and doing things together, sharing special moments – they’re all gone. In their place are avoidance, anger, blame and isolation.

Two Sides of Depression

Usually, we think of the passive side of the illness with its loss of vitality and despair, but there’s also an aggressive side.
It flares out when depressed partners blame others for what they’re feeling. The person they’re closest to takes the brunt of their anger. The first several symptoms in this list describe these behaviors.
On the passive side, the abuse is turned inward. It’s the depressed partner who’s the center of every problem. They’re self-absorbed to the point of losing the ability to relate to others in a realistic way.
Instead of denial and blaming everyone else for their pain, they focus on their own worthlessness, even to the point of thinking constantly of suicide as the only way out.
Many of these relationship traps converge and become all the more damaging through their combined impact. The specific behaviors can emerge in dozens of different ways, and here I’ve drawn partly on what I did when depressed. The experience could feel very different in your relationship.

The Relationship Traps

  1. Irritability.
    Flashes of anger come frequently. Irritability is a constant attitude, leading to criticism and annoyance at trivial things. Money’s being wasted, bills aren’t paid on time, the house is a mess – and it’s your fault. For days at a time, depression can provoke this constant barrage of criticism. Any attempt to probe what’s going on only provokes angry denial.
  2. Control.
    When inner feelings are most confusing, depressed partners try to control home and family as closely as possible. They want everything to be predictable. Even the flow of spontaneous feeling in the family can be threatening. They can get furious at minor upsets that violate the sense of order they’re desperate to preserve. That order, however, is completely arbitrary and can vary from moment to moment, depending on their own feelings. The depressed partners are full of tension, and their behavior is torture for the rest of the family.
  3. Blame.
    The closer to inner collapse depressed partners feel, the more they blame others for creating their problems. They accuse their partners of ruining their lives and ignoring their needs. They keep lists of their grievances and obsess about the way they’re frustrated at every turn. Their partner is selfish and never tries to help. At work, they’re driving them crazy. Someone else is always at fault. At its worst, this need to blame can turn paranoid.
  4. Abuse.
    Contempt and rejection become common. There is rebuke in every glance. Dismissive remarks about their partner’s appearance and attempts at conversation become the norm. With verbal attacks, they try to manipulate partners into believing they’re the ones in need of help and cause them to question their own judgment. At social gatherings, the depressed partners can make cutting remarks and ignore their partners while engaging happily with everyone else. At the worst, verbal abuse can even escalate to physical attacks.
  5. Addiction/Escape.
    Trying to escape the pain of depression can lead to addictive behavior. Alcohol can dull all feeling. Drugs, pornography, affairs or fantasies of escaping to a new life can all provide temporary emotional highs and arousal to replace the despair or lack of deep feeling depression can cause. Real intimacy and relationship seem remote and disappear in the need to get away from the reality of the illness. The well partners can’t get through to them and can face angry denial that there’s anything wrong with them.
  6. Emotional Withdrawal.
    Suddenly a depressed partner can feel like they’re not there. Physically, they can be present, but emotionally there are no reactions, very little response of any kind. In their own minds, they’re becoming observers rather than participants in daily life. Nothing seems to get through to them. It’s as if they’ve disappeared. A relationship becomes impossible when it’s all one way.
  7. Obsessive Thinking.
    It’s often called ruminating, but I prefer to call it obsessive thinking. That gets at the intense anguish that’s part of a compulsive focus on every mistake they’ve ever made. In depression, they can’t stop thinking about what they did wrong today. Or if today was all right, they could summon up that embarrassing or stupid thing they did twenty years ago. Time doesn’t make any difference. The memories of failure, real or imagined, are the most highly charged for a depressed person. They’re always close to the surface and provide reminders every day of how inadequate they are. These thoughts are a constant distraction from any effort to connect with a partner. They’re lost in these memories of everything they’ve ever done wrong and can never set right.
  8. Isolation.
    Overwhelmed, unable to face anyone, depressed partners spend a lot of time alone. They may feel a desperate need to get away from everyone. They need space and solitude to hold onto the little energy and spark they have left. Even when not so desperate, they may want to do things alone that they used to do with their partners. They may work all the time and avoid the pressure of being with people. The well partner is deserted. There’s literally no one there to try to relate to.
  9. Indifference.
    Sometimes the sense of being overwhelmed or too despairing to face anyone is replaced by the inability to feel much of anything. The partner might say everything is fine, but there is no sense of real connection. Nothing stirs excitement. There’s no interest in sex. They may say they feel fine but have no interest in doing anything. They can be apparently quite sociable and at ease but can’t share anything deep or really make contact. Something is missing inside.
  10. Inability to Talk.
    Depression can be so deep that the desire to talk and communicate disappears. The partner might be content to sit and stare for hours. If asked what’s wrong or if they want anything, there’s little response. Or if they’re still active, they may just find it impossible to talk about the depression they’re experiencing. They may say they’re trying to spare their partners the turmoil they’re going through. Or they can feel there is something so monstrous in them that they dare not expose it to anyone close. Nothing inside can be exposed through words.
  11. Shame and Worthlessness.
    One of the hallmarks of depression is the overpowering sense of worthlessness. Self-esteem is replaced with self-contempt. An inner voice persuades the partner to think this way: I can’t do anything right, and I’ve never been able to. I’m just too stupid. Everyone else may think I’m fine but they just don’t know what really goes on inside me. My partner couldn’t possibly love an idiot like me. Someone else will come along, someone better, more capable, stronger than I am. It’s only a matter of time before my partner gives up on me and finds real fulfillment with someone else. Nothing will ever work out for me.
It’s hard to imagine a more complete inventory of weapons for destroying relationships. Even one or two would be like poison, but depression often brings them all together. They may not all occur within a single episode, but any of them can arrive without notice.

Thank You for your patience to read this article..
Best Wishes For You.

Special Thanks and Courtesy : Mr.John Folk: Williams

Sunday, September 10, 2017

How to use your infinite power.

The "infinite power" of Life:


There is a Napoleonic feeling of power that insures success in the knowledge that this invincible "Life Principle" is behind your every act. Knowing that you have working with you a force which never yet has failed in anything it has undertaken, you can go ahead in the confident knowledge that it will not fail in your case, either. The ingenuity which overcame every obstacle in making you what you are, is not likely to fall short when you have immediate need for it. It is the reserve strength of the athlete, the "second wind" of the runner, the power that, in moments of great stress or excitement, you unconsciously call upon to do the deeds which you ever after look upon as superhuman.
But they are in no wise superhuman. They are merely beyond the capacity of your conscious self. Ally your conscious self with that sleeping giant within you, rouse him daily to the task, and those "superhuman" deeds will become your ordinary, everyday accomplishments.
W. L. Cain, of Oakland, Oregon, writes: "I know that there is such a power, for I once saw two boys, 16 and 18 years of age, lift a great log off their brother, who had been caught under it. The next day, the same two boys, with another man and myself, tried to lift the end of the log, but could not even budge it."
How was it that the two boys could do at need what the four were unable to do later on, when the need had passed? Because they never stopped to question whether or not it could be done. They saw only the urgent need. They concentrated all their thought, all their energy on that one thing--never doubting, never fearing--and the Genie which is in all of us waiting only for such a call, answered their summons and gave them the strength--not of two men, but of ten!
It matters not whether you are Banker or Lawyer, Business Man or Clerk. Whether you are the custodian of millions, or have to struggle for your daily bread. This "Life Principle" makes no distinction between rich and poor, high and low. The greater your need, the more readily will it respond to your call. Wherever there is an unusual task, wherever there is poverty or hardship or sickness or despair, there is this Servant of your Mind, ready and willing to help, asking only that you call upon him.
And not only is it ready and willing, but it is always ABLE to help. Its ingenuity and resource are without limit. It is Mind. It is Thought. It is the Telepathy that carries messages without the spoken or written word. It is the Sixth Sense that warns you of unseen dangers. No matter how stupendous and complicated, nor how simple your problem may be--the solution of it is somewhere in Mind, in Thought. And since the solution does exist, this Mental Giant can find it for you. It can KNOW, and it can DO, every right thing. Whatever it is necessary for you to know, whatever it is necessary for you to do, you can know and you can do if you will but seek the help of this Genie-of-your-Mind and work with it in the right way.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Soul and Inter connectivity with infinity!



Soul is unique, undetectable and immortalized, 



Everything's on soul or Soul is everything…



Quantum Physics is a vastly important area of physics for philosophers. The interconnectivity of all things relies primarily on faster than light communication, specifically the effect on one wavicle of another wavicle at speeds which, when measured in a bee line, appears to be faster than the speed of light. Quantum Tunnelling, some theoretical (and occasionally dodgy) black hole physics, some big bang models and a few other Quantum “effects” including Plurality and Schrodingers Cat theories can all be interpreted to include faster than light mechanics.
Most of these elements are under dispute, with multiple variations and differing interpretations of the effects. For example, there are some Quantum Tunnelling explanations (especially in Super String Theory) that do not require faster than light travel to explain the phenomenon. In short, Quantum theory is still unstable and we continue to make sudden or unexpected discoveries, both in theory and practice.
Most of the theory behind Quantum Souls is dubious . Quantum effects only ever seem to effect individual pairs of particles and not to the holistic universe-wide connectivity that spiritualists dream of….
To be continued…

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The Perfect Man

CONCERNING THE PERFECT MAN, 

AND THE PERFECTLY FREE MAN.



The Perfect Man is he who has fully comprehended the Law, the Doctrine and the Truth; or, in other words, he who is endued with four things in perfection; ie. -

  • Good words; 
  • Good deeds; 
  • Good principles; 
  • The sciences. 

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Magic of Life : Source of Magical Power




Nature has provided a veritable magical pantry in the plants which grow all 
over our planet. Since ancient times these plants have been used in magic— 
the practice of causing change by natural (albeit little-understood) powers. 
Though the medicinal properties of plants are fairly well-known—many 
of the most widely prescribed drugs are synthesized versions of substances 
originally derived from plants—their occult powers are less accessible. Much of their magic still lies in the shadow of secrecy. 
Our ancestors knew that plants had mysterious, magical powers. Although the magic in herbs has been forgotten by many, it has never disappeared. 
Return to the days when nature spirits dowelled in sacred groves and fairies 
danced in flower gardens. Inside this article you'll find magical uses for hundreds of plants: 
• String a garland of marigolds above your door to keep evil from entering your home. 
• Bury Vivian around your house and in your house plants—wealth will flow and the plants will thrive. 
• Carry a bag of orris root to attract love. 
• Drink rosebud tea before bed to induce prophetic dreams.

The Powers of Herbs 

How does it work? When people discover I'm a magical herbalist, this is one of two questions asked. The other usually refers to my state of mental health. Nonetheless, the first question is a valid one and has never been satisfactorily explained. 

The basis of herb magic—and all magic—is the power. This power has worn many names and forms through the centuries; at times even its existence was kept secret; at others it was common knowledge. The power is that which generated and maintains the universe. It is the power that germinates seeds, raises winds, and spins our planet. It is the energy behind birth, life, and death. Everything in the universe was created by it, contains a bit of it, and is answerable to it. 

In other words, the power is the life-force, the stuff of creation. It is the very substance of existence itself. The power as I see it has no name. It has been deified and anthropomorphized into a thousand-thousand Gods and Goddesses, spirits, demons and other unearthly beings. It has been only partially explained in the terms of 
science, which today is still "discovering" some of its aspects. The power has 
played an important part in the evolution of the human race, for better or 
worse. All religions have tapped into it using different symbols and rites, and 
all magicians have wielded its powers. 
Above the ritual and religion and magic the power exists, changeless in its 
eternal change. The power is in everything, and everything is in the power. 
(One of the problems of some modern religions is that they assert that the 
power is outside us, and not within.) Call it what you like, visualize it as you 
may, the power really is the power.


Definition: Magic is the practice of causing change through the use of powers 
as yet not defined or accepted by science. 
I can cause change by accepted means (by calling a friend on the phone I can 
find out how she's doing); this is not magic. But when I do not have access to a 
phone, or my friend does not answer, I can make a sachet of thyme, yarrow, and 
bay, tie it around my neck, still my mind and, using my herb-fortified psychic 
powers, discover if she is all right. This is its practicality: magic can be used 
when no other means are available. 
What methods are at the disposal of most people to guard their homes 
against theft? How can a lonely woman attract a love into her life? In what 
manner, beyond visiting doctors and buying medicines, can most people aid 
their bodies to combat illness? 
Most people would not know how to answer the above questions save in 
the most physical ways: a lock, a new perfume and bedrest may be suggested 
as solutions. These are fine starts, but they can be supplemented with surer 
methods—they can be backed up with magic. 
Magic is useful for solving these, and other common problems, but it 
becomes indispensable when dealing with occult matters. Need a glimpse 
into the future? Make a tea of rosebuds, drink it directly before going to bed, 
and remember your dreams. Or, wear some deer stongue wrapped in yellow cloth. Do you believe you're the target of a hex or curse? Doctors will direct you to the nearest psychiatrist; Witches and Magicians will tell you to sprinkle red pepper around your property and then bathe in mimosa flowers. Magic has many (but not quite all) of the answers. 
There is an important point running through these words: magic, however 
simple it might seem, provides practical solutions to problems. 

The power behind herb magic is formless, shapeless, eternal. It doesn't care 
whether you call on it in the name of a Witch Goddess or the Virgin Mary—or 
tap it within no religious framework at all. It is always there, present in abundance no matter where we are or where we travel in the universe. 
Though the power is formless, it takes on many forms: a wildebeest has the 
power, so does a computer, or a dandelion. Some materials contain higher 
concentrations of the power than others; these include plants, gems, and metals. Each substance also contain different types of power, or vibrational rates. 
The vibrations of a piece of pine wood, for example, are far different from 
those of a perfect, faceted diamond. 
This vibratory rate is determined by several factors: chemical make-up, 
form, density, and so on. The powers resident in herbs are determined by 
the plant's habitat, scent, color, form, and other considerations. Similar sub-
stances usually possess similar vibrations. 
Herb magic, then, is the use of herbs to cause needed changes. These plants 
contain energies—each as distinct as human faces. For maximum effects 
the herbs chosen for a spell should possess vibrations that match your need. 
Cedar is fine for attracting money, but wouldn't be of help in a fertility spell.
To practice herb magic you must know the powers of the plants. This book 
contains that information. To fulfill a need, just manipulate the herbs to give 
their powers direction. It is that simple. 
Herb magic is easy because the powers (i.e., vibrations) lie in the herbs 
themselves. No outside forces need be called into play, for the power is resident within the organic matter. A few simple procedures are all that is necessary. These "rites" include tying knots, boiling water, lighting candles, sewing 
and burying things in the Earth. More important than its simplicity, perhaps, 
is the fact that herb magic works. 
How does it work? First, there must be a reason to call upon magical powers. This reason is a need. A desire often masquerades as a need, but in magic 
a "desire" is not enough; there must exist an all-encompassing need. 
The nature of the need determines which plants are used. Attracting love, 
for example, is a common magical need and several dozen plants do the job. 

Next, a spell or ritual may need to be devised; much herb magic doesn't 
need a complete spell but some of it does. This spell may be as simple as tying 
up the herbs in a piece of cloth, or placing them around the base of a candle, 
lighting the wick, and visualizing your need. If you wish, your spell can be 
complex, involving boiling water in a cauldron over a mesquite-wood fire at 
the edge of the desert while waiting for the Moon to rise, before throwing 
roots and leaves into the pot. All-purpose spells are included in chapter 3. 
Third, the herbs can be enchanted to ensure that their vibraions are attuned to the need. 

Fourth, the spell is worked, in complete confidence and secrecy. Not that 
magic is anything to be ashamed of, but rather because mocking glances and 
disbelief only serve to cause you to doubt yourself and hinder your magic's 
effectiveness. 
Fifth, once the spell has been worked, it should be forgotten. This allows 
it to "cook" and bring your need into manifestation. (When baking a cake, if 
you look into the oven every few minutes the cake will be spoiled. In magic, as in cooking, keep the oven door shut!) Attempt to forget the spell completely. 
And there you have it. This is how herb magic is worked. Does it sound basic? It is. These are the first steps. As with any art 
student may take magic further, exploring strange corners. Sensibly, few wish to venture too far from this familiar, homey magic. There are dark ways in herb magic as there are in every aspect of life. Those who wish to pursue such paths, to wreak havoc and control or kill other human beings, shall receive the heavy penalty 
for negative working. 
The power is neutral. It cannot be divided into positive and negative energies. Power is power. 
It is our responsibility as Magicians (wielders of the powers) to work with 
it toward beneficial ends. We need not become ascetic or saints to help others, 
or to improve our lives. All we need do is use herbs in loving ways. 



Magic, as it was understood in long-ago days, was a divine act. This is liter-
ally true; in magic we become one with and utilize the power, which has been 
fashioned into a multitude of deities. 
It is an awesome feeling, and a greater responsibility, this wielding of power. 
The moment it is used for negative ends, divinity quickly flees. However, 
when magic is used for positive ends our lives become richer and happier. 
When one embarks down the dark path of negativity, the suffering this causes 
to others spills into the Magician's life until, in the end, he or she is utterly destroyed. 
Dramatic words? Perhaps—but their essence is true. 
For this reason, no 
negative magic is included in this book. But to those who desire to help them-




selves and others with the old ways of herb magic, welcome!

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Bangladesh! My Bangladesh!

Bangladesh

Nothing ain't fresh
Smells like a hot summer day in Bangladesh!
You may think you're doing fine but you've crossed the line Can't find fresh
Like my desh!

You may be a beauty queen
but your smell like swine
That ain't fresh
No that ain't fresh
like my Bangladesh!

YOUR FORCES AND HOW TO USE THEM


Monday, December 12, 2016

মনে আছে কি?

আপনি কি মনে করতে পারেন?
আগে নয় খুব বেশি,
আমরা নির্মল সুখে পায়চারি করেছি , 
মনে আছে?

সমস্ত, একে অপরের প্রতি যত্ন ছিল,
সাহস ও তরুণ্য ছিল,
রাতের উষ্ণতা ছিল,
একান্তে হাতে হাত,
সুবাস বয়ে যাক ।

একটি চুম্বন,
একটি বন্দুক ফায়ার,
প্রয়োজনে সব,
প্রয়োজন সবার ।