A New Age of Mystery is upon us.
At the helm of this great cosmogony
There will be new vanguards.
At the pulpit of this hermetic church
There will be new abbots.
And in the dungeons from whence the rule emanates
There must also be an Autarch.
And I,
I will be a pilgrim
To the citadel of magick.
~mk
Like a child has tools and objects to play, I have words, images, and dreams to play. Words and images come to me from somewhere, and I am a mere vehicle. They flow, rarely and spontaneously, triggered by a phantom or a spectre. They come, at times like a neatly
It is perhaps wise to turn to Friedrich Schleiermacher (a German theologian and philosopher) occasionally. He is one of the founders of pedagogy as a discipline. Pedagogy, as it is used and understood in common parlance, is merely the “technic” of teaching. The content of these technics is prescribed by
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