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Fritz Roeber (1851-1924), Walpurgisnacht

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The Devil is protean, he changes as we change, our closest companion from cave to the starry heavens. This is why we cannot leapfrog him to engage with a horned god of our supposed Celtic forebears. Witchcraft is meaningless if we use it to retreat to an imagined past and play at being the very different people who inhabited it. The injunction of the mysteries to know thyself precludes this kind of escapism. The gods of the past came from the soil, the social conditions, and ours must too, none more so than the Devil. He paws his way out of the farrowed fields unsettling even the crows.

Peter Grey, Apocalyptic Witchcraft (via hermeticpaw)

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I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

Virginia Woolf (via quotemadness)

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If then you do not make yourself equal to God, you cannot apprehend God; for like is known by like. Leap clear of all that is corporeal, and make yourself grown to a like expanse with that greatness which is beyond all measure; rise above all time and become eternal; then you will apprehend God. Think that for you too nothing is impossible; deem that you too are immortal, and that you are able to grasp all things in your thought, to know every craft and science; find your home in the haunts of every living creature; make yourself higher than all heights and lower than all depths; bring together in yourself all opposites of quality, heat and cold, dryness and fluidity; think that you are everywhere at once, on land, at sea, in heaven; think that you are not yet begotten, that you are in the womb, that you are young, that you are old, that you have died, that you are in the world beyond the grave; grasp in your thought all of this at once, all times and places, all substances and qualities and magnitudes together; then you can apprehend God. But if you shut up your soul in your body, and abase yourself, and say “I know nothing, I can do nothing; I am afraid of earth and sea, I cannot mount to heaven; I know not what I was, nor what I shall be,” then what have you to do with God?

Hermes Trismegistus (via thatwhichdoesnotsuffer)

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It’s a strange business, speaking for yourself, in your own name, because it doesn’t at all come with seeing yourself as an ego or a person or a subject. Individuals find a real name for themselves, rather, only through the harshest exercise in depersonalization, by opening themselves up to the multiplicities everywhere within them, to the intensities running through them.

Gilles Deleuze, Negotiations 1972-1990 p. 6 (via liminalsmoothie)

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I will gaze at the moon and cleanse my heart.

Zeami   (via quotemadness)

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Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.

Yousuf Karsh  (via wnq-art)

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nature oneness by Julliane

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Looking Through You by MitchGrave

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“I understood myself only after I destroyed myself. And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.”

(via divine-consciousness)

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Samuel Araya - Vinum Sabbati: Still the Bridge is inflamed with Fire

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Chen Wei (Chinese, b. 1980), The Dusty Road, 2010-13. Oil on canvas, 27 x 30 cm.

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The Sensation of Being One Of Them Artbook by Dehn Sora.

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I myself am an absolute abyss.

Antonin Artaud  (via deslavandieres)

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We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

Fernando Pessoa (via quotemadness)