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Veils of Mystery: Marie Leveau, Aleister Crowley, and the Hermetic Order
in this book I am going to introduce You to a world unknown to many that has been around since the beginning of time..towards the end of this novel I am going to share a past.l7fe regression/ hypnotic session where I was both the subject…
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Previously
…The third time was the last time. She stood over it as the dew gathered on the red flannel and the black thread held its knot against the morning, and she smelled the graveyard dirt and the sweetness, and she understood that the gift was not the bag itself but the knowing. The knowledge that she was seen. That she was counted. That even a dead thing can be part of the great slow ceremony of this city, if it is willing to be included. She nodded, very slightly, the way one sovereign acknowledges another in a corridor, and went inside. Some gifts are not meant to be opened. Some are simply meant to remind you that you are known.