The Grammar of Magic

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Sigilium Dei Ameth-John Dee
Writing and magic have always been closely associated. The Egyptian God Thoth was thought to be  the inventor of writing and the patron of every magical art. The considerable cultural contact and resulting overlap over the centuries because of conquest and trade between Egypt, Greece and Rome led to the deities Hermes and Mercury who shared many of the same attributes as Thoth before they all further blended together, creating the composite figure that was to later a immeasurable influence in the history of ideas, Hermes Trismegistus. At a later date and further north in what Roman writers christened as Ultima Thule, Odin, was the God of Seid (Sorcery) and, as described in the strange scene where Odin sacrifices himself to himself in Havamal, the inventor of runes which it is suggested throughout Norse mythology as being an alphabet with an inherently magical purpose. Even in modern day English the connection remains; spell needs no explanation and a grimoire refers to grammaire which is a book of Latin grammar. Continue reading

Pagan Poetry

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Daria Endresen-2011

The self portraits and the eerie frozen landscapes, empty apart from figures engaged in disturbing occult ceremonies, of Norwegian photographer and digital artist Daria Endresen combine various elements from Nordic mythology, fetishism, Surrealism and a particularly Northern form of romanticism to skillfully evoke a mysterious Gothic, ritualistic dreamworld.

In this cold, isolated, sinister fairy-tale like realm she has managed to capture the essence of a pagan poetry long since disappeared from the world.

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The Gods Have Gone Now

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The gods have gone now
Departed for dimensions elsewhere
Wotan and the Wild Hunt
Ride no more recklessly
Across storm riven skies
Their magic has moved on
Fated to fade away

Once the aether was alive
Elementals oversaw Earth
Over dale and under drumlins
In the forests and fjords
Every stream and stone
Pulsed with presiding life
A harmony beyond history

The seers and sages do say
That everything finally ends
The world grows weary
Creation returns to chaos
By flood and wintry famine
Brothers shed twin’s blood
All life consumed in conflagration

The Earth is emptier now
Devoid of its ruling daemons
Only hearsay emits from Heaven
No signs to read in the stars
People used to be a part
But humanity is now the whole
Nature silent and enslaved.