Magic and the believer

“I can teach you magic”, said the magician to the fool.

“But I can’t teach you how to believe. Magi magic

That dear friend, lies in the jurisdiction of your own soul, even I can’t go there.”

Then with a wry grin, he added, “But you don’t have to know magic but just to know how to live.”

And with that, the magician disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared.

And the fool, no clearer in his doubts and no other recourse but to walk on.

Nearer yet, unbeknownst to his own understanding’s despair.


The Wheel turned, the ages the burned. A believer for a Magician, now that’s another story. And a pawn in time as a destination for the fool.

Surya Gayatri

Surya Gayatri – The hymn. (Rudra)

Om haam tanmeshaye vidyamahe, vagvishuddhaye dheemahi, tanno Rudro prachodayat.

Suryapustakanakam kritva Suryamantreh prapoojayat.Surya

Om haam heem hoom haim haum ham Shivasuryaye namah.

Om ham Khakholkhaye Suryamurtaye namah.

Om hraam hreem sarva Suryayi namah ||

Om salutations of being from body and spirit, to knowledge and sentience, purified and evolved in expression, hailing divine inspiration, to Almighty Rudra that offers us his form we pray.

Fashioned from starstuff, the vessel of the Sun, illuminating into life, brilliant fire of the sun, the sun shining words.

Om, salutations of being into the directions of space. Guide my being, as the sun, as the root of existence, like the sun. Shiva, supreme, that is, all that is.

Om, in bowing to the hidden name, no longer. Now unlocked, in me, archetypical sun, in his image, in his form affirmed.

Om ignited, Om infused, as the sun, the eternal, all of it. Om Sun ||

0 – The Fool and Love

There is an inertia to love, there syllables slip and meaning flits. Where the heights of one exist in the depths of the other. Like some parts of one have to see the eyes of the other. the fool and love

Sheer want of affection cannot scratch that surface. Just as token existence outside of posterity cannot derive outside of its tether. So when do ideas and form meld, just as eternity catches up the ages to contemplation’s slight tilt of the head. The inner fire always deigns to speak, when the wind comes calling. 

What in event bears the signature of the universe, rearing to get your attention? The motif to outshine the conscious motive. 

But a state of inertia is no fit place for a discourse. So this course turns, like a tightened corset tug, kneading the reins to re-enter the boundless night. 

Proof of love is in the other. It calls for no other ensign. 

But for a lover, that is never enough. And identity toils, and form reappears to make its foil. Syllables catch their caches of words and attributes identify their adjectifying constitutes. Grammar makes itself out to call time.

The tertiary makes inertia. And its measure not without its trial. Attestation to bridge the subjective, and requite to meet its respite. 

Parables compete with aphorisms and silence extends to after thought.

Laughter is sought, giggles a universal type-set to calm home, the feeling hones to recognise its marker, like a horse with no name, sure-footed yet to a mystic muse. Until enthuse articulates enough felt to call the same. 

Travails of consciousness shadow ancient histories like a mystery in aim. 

Like every other, hears a pond of empathetic acclaim. Despite and unlike any. 

Consciousness, love and the Fool.

Ace of fire – Dali. Potential

Dali and the ace of fire.Ace

The ace of fire is vitality, the ace of wands is purity.

The first elemental suit of the tarot is fire and the wands.

The ace is root. It reflects the source of your inner fire.

That is the potential. In you, and the potentiality represented to this as a sign in the tarot system of divination.

This artwork is from Salvador Dali’s representation of the one of wands, the ace of fire.

The crazy at its most endearing. The creative at its most beautiful.

The idea in its essence.

A Random Tarot Card Greeting – Your source reflects you to find your potential.