Alan Moore on Magick

An interesting take on what magick is and isnt by Alan Moore. Please read his books if you haven't.

The Ashen Path

We live in an un natural world filled with every manner of distraction possible to allow us to ignore our unquiet, dissatisfied and disenfranchised spirit.
At any time we can be in contact with the whole of humanity, establish digital tribes and nations, a veritable digital library of Alexandria. One can easily become initiated into any secret, Occult or otherwise, their heart desires without any effort other than to type in a few words in a search engine.
Many would consider this a good thing and to a certain level this may be but digging beneath one also  finds this dulls the senses, overwhelms the mind while actually giving no tangible experience whatsoever.
It is important to realize that we are still a part of this natural world that surrounds us. The more we detach ourselves the more we find restlessness , a schism of the spirit occurring within.
Truth is though that we cannot truly remove ourselves as we are a part of this whole. Think of the world as a living organism because it is.  This notion that modern society tries to sell that we are above nature and conquering it is just as absurd as your own arm rebelling or your feet deciding they are no longer part of the whole of you.
It is of utmost importance that we immerse ourselves in the natural world, to feel the beast behind your eyes flex its claws in anticipation of the hunt, to nurture the restless spirit within us all via the hidden paths and forgotten trails of the forest within and without.
We are tied to this world, as above so below, microcosm / macrocosm. From the most minute cellular process to a bustling city we see a pattern, a code a DNA sequence that though varied is never dissimilar in process or kind.  The more we are forced out of this the more it is important we strive to rebel against this. Society wants us to be good consumers, unquestioning cattle, fattened for the kill. Useful only until the very last dollar and drop of productivity towards the perceived greater good is wrung from you.    We have entered an age of what can only be called toxic modernity and we should all be at war with it.
The Ashen Path is to be trod upon by those who would fight to build a world outside the empire of nothing who's cancerous tendrils have found their way in and infected the world around us.  Here you will find ideas, tools and hints to guide your way along  it and hopefully it will encourage  you to find your feet firmly set upon it and away from the grey monotony of the world they have handed you.
Travel well.-
John Roark

Blue Velvet, A Love Letter to Antifa- Amelia Beechwood

Blue Velvet:

A Love Letter to the Antifa

Dearest Truth,

We met online—well, you met me. I piqued your interest, so to speak. It was my art of course, and art I supported. My writing and publishing. You, the eternal critic, always searching for a new creative endeavor that fits your requirements. No one can be the viewer quite like you can. You can see all the details others might miss, my love.

Oh, my dearest, our 10th anniversary has come and gone. My how the time has flown, how we have grown. I find myself turning the memories over and over, slowly wearing the sharp edges down to a dulled feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I should have felt honored by such attention. But instead, I felt violated. But that was before. Before I knew you, my darling, before I knew...Truth. I was, I see now, the equivalent to walking alone with too short a skirt. I was asking for it. I just didn't know it. That was because I had yet to behold Truth, my love. The kind you have shown me. The kind of Truth that leaves one naked, revealed, for the hungry eyes of your brothers. At first, it felt wrong.

See, I had never known Truth quite like this before. The kind that likes to...you know...screw. And never gets tired of screwing. I didn't even know I was that kind of girl. Until I met you. Until you found me. Searched me out. Knew I was special. I know there are others you seek out, sniff out, to screw, sure. But I don't concern myself. Once you've had Truth like this, you don't mind sharing.

It took awhile, our courting. The first time caught me off guard. Took me by surprise. Took me from behind. Your anonymous, don't-you-fucking-look-at-me attitude was off-putting, controlling, coercive—for a free-thinkin', free-wheelin' gal like myself. Being followed. Stalked. Threatened. Attacked, with my reputation left for dead. My mind raped. Mind rapist. That's how I saw you...but I soon warmed up. Because soon you convinced me. I deserved it. You know me, better than I know myself. You see all the sin that I've tried so desperately to hide from the world. To hide from myself...I didn't even know it was there. But you, lover, you know Truth. And you've taught it to me. Me—a sinner!

But did not Christ supp with whores?

My eyes were opened, and I begged your forgiveness, my dearest Truth. Still I beg. Please forgive me. I know I've been a bad girl. I know I don't deserve it but...I'm ready to ask Truth into my heart. Just please, when you come into my heart...make it hurt. Like you do. Like we both know you will. You've ruined me for any other Truth.

Because not only did you introduce me to Truth, you showed me how it should really feel. You made me...like it. You made me...believe it. When you screw me, you know...you really get into it. You go so deep, screw me so good, grip so far into my head...when you leave...I can still feel your fingers. In my brain. Just how you like it.

Some might call it Stockholm Syndrome. Feminists might accuse me of internalizing the patriarchal paradigm. But we know better, don't we, my darling, my love? They tell me abuser's tactics include threats, intimidation, humiliation, alienation. But that's not you, my dearest Antifa, no. Some might say that you putting my family, my children, at risk for your own ends is sociopathic. Posting my address and pictures of my dear sweet, innocent boys, criminal. But, love. I know your end, and that your end is Truth! And this sacrifice, the safety of my own flesh and blood, only makes me love you all the more.

It's was Truth—your promise:

“You receive a love letter from me, you're fucked forever!”

My darling, my teacher. Always educating me on the paradox of obsession-repulsion. Teaching me to stop hiding. Teaching me real purity. Purifying me. I've tried to escape Truth, but you wouldn't let me. Always searching. Always watching. You knew it was for my own Good. The Good of all humanity. You have a calling. Those with simple, degraded, minds don't understand the sacred task you undertake. And all the trash you need to dig through to find...Truth. Spying on me, oh jealous lover. Illegally accessing my emails. Wanting to know what books I'm reading. What music I'm listening to. What words I see. What sounds I hear. What  thoughts I think...

...some might call this abuse...

But after you've had your way with me, leaving me open, exposed...inviting, inciting  your brothers to also take their turns. Take their fill. Leave me full. Because the more Truth the better, right? Before you, I didn't know what a Truth Slut I was.

But I was built for this kind of affair, my love. I grew up getting my mind fucked on the regular. That all seems so adolescent, immature now. Those fucks were also doled out in the name of Truth. And even then I deserved it. Just by being me. Just by reading words, writing words, hearing words, thinking thoughts...I had been defiling myself. And even then I was made to understand, that just by being me, I was wrong. Sinful. All that blasphemous thinking. It's Truth, that thinking of an unTruth, is just as evil as committing the act itself. And then there were all the heretical questions. Your unblinking eye sees, I'm still asking questions that are not to be asked. Still challenging...Truth.

But those others were never quite like you. Not all perpetration, penetration, is equal, my dearest, oh no. And your Truth is the biggest, the hardest, and when you ram it down my throat...and I look up through tears at your glowing, righteous countenance...I know it's for my own Good. The greater Good. And you in all your purity, know I deserve this. You see me as I really am. Subhuman. Fascist.

You've been there watching for so long. I forget...what I even thought Truth was...

But you'll never let me forget, what your Truth is.

But I worry. Would it lessen your pleasure, my darling, my dear love, if you discovered...well, I'm afraid to tell you. Afraid you will find me no longer worthy of your lavish attention. After all this time...I shall...reveal a secret! It seems so small and insignificant next to your Truth. But I feel I must, as Truth is of the highest regard and consequence. It's strange you've never found me out—in all your searching, scouring, snooping. That I've yet to scream it out—during one of your ritual, inquisitive, public trials. Lean closer...now I want to tell you...whisper it in your ear, my love, my Truth...

I'm not who you think I am.

I'm queer.

I have been out so long, I remember a time before micro-aggressions.

So long I remember being devastated by the torture and murder of Matthew Shepard.

I have Jewish ancestry.

My most influential teacher in high school was black and native.

I worked for a Mexican family and know more about Oaxacan cuisine then you do about Taco Bell's menu.

I can cuss you out in Kitchen Spanish.

Voted for Bernie.

My child is trans.

His therapists were asian, then Mexican.

I waged a rogue flyer campaign attacking, and almost went into labor protesting, US foreign policy after 911—when being unpatriotic was very unpopular. Even in Portland.

I held my baby, weeping, listening to the bombs dropping on Bagdad via NPR.

I've read Soul on Ice and People's History of the United States.

Totally hot for Noam Chomsky. But still think Henry Kissing is a son-of-a-bitch.

I've had reoccurring interment camps dreams since I was a child and fully believe I experienced one in a past life

I've seen John Trudell speak.

Both my kids are queer.

My nephew is black. And trans. And queer.

I've curated more political art shows than you've attended.

Our dentist—Vietnamese.

My doctor—Jewish.

While young, I spent time in black churches and am moved to tears by gospel music.

I'm obsessed with Mongolian music and culture.

I've lived in predominantly black neighborhoods most of my life.

I study Kabbalah.

Malcolm X is my biggest history crush.

When I was 5, I watched a documentary on PBS about the KKK. After, I worried incessantly about the safety of a black girl in my class. I remember her name. It was Tina Miller.

But I still don't know yours—your name. My beloved, my Truth.

But in my heart I feel..and in my fucked mind I know...you'll never let me go. Please. Don't ever let me go...

You're the Dennis Hopper to my Isabella Rossellini.

Yours forever and ever and ever,

Amelia Beechwood

Record Review - Patrick M. Duggan

In The Woods (Norway) – ‘Pure’ (2016)

‘Pure’released on Debemur Morti Productions, marks the first full-length release from the now Progressive Metal band In the Woods in over 16 years. The band began as a death metal band by the name of Green Carnation before undergoing a natural evolution responding to the changing sounds of the Norwegian Metal scene in the early 1990’s with the advent of the second wave of Black Metal. From the beginning, one can hear a great level of experimentation as early on as their demos, including their first release titled ‘Isle of Men’ Demo in 1993. This demo features some really interesting usage of keyboards much in the vein of the way Thorns and Emperor seemed to be experimenting with at the time, as well as vocals that if not for the much more conservative mix, could compete with early Burzum records in its ability to curdle blood and peel the paint off a wall. The band would continue to experiment and progress further and further away from traditional Black Metal, similar to other contemporary Norwegian Black Metal bands like Ulver or Enslaved.

Admittedly, On first listen to this record, I found myself fighting back laughter as the opening riff reminded me very much of the keyboard melody from ‘The Final Countdown,’ but quickly and luckily the mood changed once the vocals came in to something I immediately recognized as akin to the sort of the gothic synth pop sounds I am familiar with from the middle era of a band like Paradise Lost on records like 1997’s ‘One Second’, especially a track like ‘Say Just Words’ from that release. The spirit of this offering from In the Woods, verily sit snugly alongside the most recent releases of the other infamous ‘Peaveville Three’, being Paradise Lost, My Dying Bride and Anathema, as well as the obvious being their fellow Norwegians Enslaved, quite well.

The production quality is very modern, sharp and clean, though I don’t feel like it falls into the easy trappings of many modern metal acts, especially those associated with the ‘Progressive’ and ‘Technical’ subgenres that tend to produce records that sound overly compressed, lack sonic dynamics, warmth, or for lack of a better term, ‘soul’. Too often I hear modern bands that are blessed with any sort of decent recording equipment or budget, seem to spend their money on sucking every ounce of human touch out of their music, leaving them with a product that sounds as cold and sterile as the steel plating of the robots it sounds like the record was recorded by. Thankfully, though this record is very clear and certainly tight and precise, it still retains its ability to be emotive, which is complimented by the equally rare within the subgenre ability to not over play to the point of sacrificing that which makes for good songwriting and composition, in the name of masturbatory over-complexity or noodling.  

Though this record is not one that employs very much showy musicianship, it does certainly put a lot of emphasis on textures, atmosphere and experimentation. The band effortlessly integrates sounds that range and extend through a very deep yet studied, eclectic vocabulary of syths and electronic sounds, as well as a mixture of both clean and distorted guitar sounds. While the melodies and textures of the guitars and synths can be very explorative, throughout the record it is anchored by a very solid and tight, though not stiff rhythm section. Listening with a good pair of headphones, I was engaged listening to the bass guitar as it growls, snarls and snakes through the mix, offering some interesting details with a close and attentive listen. The drums on the record were very strong and powerful, and while there were a few flavorful fills and embellishments, most of the playing remained hard hitting and to the point. While I was happy with the drumming on this record, I did find myself wanting more sections of this record that might have sped up above the mid-tempo and droning slow paces that the entire record seemed to pendulum between.

Though this is certainly a very solid release of its own, I find my biggest criticism is that, being that this is a band known for its progression and evolution throughout its career, I found little in this release that seemed to depart from what the band left off perusing 16 years ago. The ideas on this record, while certainly a seemingly anomalous release within the global music community, to those of us even vaguely familiar with this band’s back catalogue and bands such as Paradise Lost, My Dying Bride, Anathema, Katatonia, Opeth, Enslaved, and younger technical Death Metal bands like Black Crown Initiate will not be taken by surprise easily by anything to be found on this release from In the Woods…I might hope as well that In the Woods would not only plan to release new music in the future, but maybe very much like Paradise Lost, Enslaved, or My Dying Bride might begin to see an avenue to reintroduce and explore some of the heavier elements of their earlier sound in a new and fresh way.  

Avslut (Sweden)-  Vanskapt EP (2016)

I found this band growing on me more and more with each listen.To my ears, this young band seems to be pulling heavily from the Orthodox camp of Black Metal. Many of the sounds on this release call to mind Marduk’s ‘Panzer Division’; though not quite as speedy or relentless, Deathspell Omega; though not quite as strange or unsettling, and Craft; though not quite as convincingly carnally and viciously hate fueled… This short release and the 2 previous short releases that came out from this band in 2016 do share a certain consistency of sound and tightness that seems a very promising and fertile foundation for an upcoming band worth keeping an eye on.

The guitar work is very prominent and forward in the mix, which allowed me to really enjoy some of the subtle details and superb playing, though I found myself at times wishing the bass would be allowed to or would actively attempt to cut through the mix in order to be heard. The drums are recorded well and have some interesting moments, though I wish the Bass and Snare drums were brought up to match the punch and levels of the toms and cymbals in the mix.

 The recording is certainly clean for an early EP or demo from a new Black Metal band. I am left to wonder though if the band might benefit and be better suited to employing a more cold, organic recording quality more akin to early Craft or Darkthrone to help amplify the atmosphere they seem to be attempting to achieve.

A criticism I have of this record would be that throughout I find myself wanting a lot more from the vocals on this record. Though the vocals are solid and acceptable, I feel as though in order to stand out and flourish, the band could benefit greatly from exploring and diversifying its approach vocally, or at least recording and mixing the vocals in such a way that they would be less buried, being so similar in their sonic frequency to the instruments, and therefore could have more of an active role in influencing the intensity of the music, at the very least.

Avslut is certainly a band worth checking out and I will be keeping an eye on them in the future.

Fylgjur (Finland/ Italy) - Nocturnal Echoes (Demo) (2016)

                ‘Nocturnal Echoes’ is a quite short cassette tape and digital demo release put out by Germany’s Hammerbund Records, clocking in at just fewer than 13 minutes, though not at all a disappointing one. The sound on this release is very unpolished, raw, and atmospheric, though each individual instrument is given its own voicing in the mix, which I was very happy to hear. Each note and hit on the record is distinct and easily heard; the vocals are clear and powerful yet still shrill, sharp and visceral. I found myself really enjoying some of the moments when the instruments let up from the speed and allowed the songs to breathe, especially on the last track ‘Whispers from the Frozen Tomb’. Though this release is certainly harsh in one respect, it certainly has a great sense of melody in the guitar work that is well complimented by the vocals. Many of the sounds on this recording reminded me of Taake’s ‘Hordaland doedskvad’ record, which certainly is no complaint. If I am to have one complaint about this small but savory tasting of music from this new band, it would have to be some of the lacking of strong conclusions on these tracks. A very enjoyable release that I have found myself coming back to several times, and I find grows on me as I become more familiar with these songs. I am certainly looking forward to hearing more from this band in the future.

Nahtrunar (Austria) – Existenz  (Full Length)  (2016)

                Many times records lend themselves well to passive listening, occasionally throwing out tracks, riffs or ideas that may on first listen grab the listeners’ attention, while other songs or ideas may require a few more consecutive listens to fully grow and become acquainted with someone as they become more and more familiar with the music… this certainly wasn’t the case when I listened to this record.   Perhaps aided by the very limited amount of information I could find on this band, I found this band’s sound to be haunting and mysterious like a murky, cold, deep and dark body of water that you instinctively know isn’t devoid of its eldritch strange creatures within.

Sonically there were moments, especially early on my first listen, where approaching this record I felt overwhelmed by the chaos, density and thickness of the mix, though some of the percussion occasionally persisted to lash and rip through like razor sharp fangs. Further along in the record, though equally as complexly layered, I found myself better able to navigate through the blitzkrieg assault of ideas and sounds. As my mind and ears adjusted, I felt none the less impressed by the bands ability to allow the melodic moments of their sound to be tinged with an undercurrent of hissing noise and texture that maintained an unrelenting tension throughout, which I only felt released from in the ending moments of the record, featuring mostly uncluttered and clean vocals and somber, acoustic strings. This record sounds complex and dizzyingly detailed, and is constantly moving and morphing through many, many ideas, which could require many, listens to digest fully. Not a passive listen by any measure. I found myself rewinding this several times while listening; dissecting what each instrument (including the vocals) was doing in any given movement, though always finding myself thinking that it had ‘worked’ somehow, often to my surprise.

Though the guitar playing was obviously engaging, inspired, driving and exciting, an essential element to this band’s sound, I found my ears again and again interested in some of the very thoughtful, solid, and interesting choices made by the bass player on this record. The drumming was also solid and engaging, yet largely predictable compared to most of the rest of the band, anchoring and giving the record some sort of familiar and cohesive quality. The additional and experimental instrumentation was also a welcome addition to my ear that added excitement and further aided in making for a very dynamic output. Lastly, the vocals were certainly not disappointing and kept my attention from start to finish.

Overall and very challenging, yet rewarding listen. After numerous listens, I will certainly be revisiting this record in the future.  

The Primal Man by Troy Wisehart

  The Primal Man

The strength and magical ability of the Primal Man is boundless and his heart is filled with joy and courage. There is no doubt in his mind that he will achieve his goals and fulfill his desires. In the search for wisdom and strength a man must delve deep into the abyss of his own psyche to discover his true nature. Then he must resolve to face what he finds there for what it is without fear and with brutal honesty or he will never be able to transform and realize his full potential. This is the starting point from which the work of coming into being can take place. A man must know himself before he is able to establish his own personal process of becoming. Naturally a man’s upbringing, what he reads and the people with whom he associates will influence him, but in the end he must decide what is valid and applicable to his life for himself. He must create a way of being that is completely his own and realize that all power comes from within. There are three main precepts to the philosophy herein referred to as “The Primal Man.”

Limitless Power

The first precept is that man begins life in a state of mind in which he knows no limits to his power and ability. He is yet to be told the thousands of lies designed to socially engineer fear, doubt, guilt and self-loathing into his mind so that he can be manipulated and controlled. At the beginning of life a man’s mind is untainted by this deception and it seems that the very stars are within his grasp. This state of mind is what once was enjoyed by ancient, primitive man as he painted animals for the spirits to see on the walls of caves, smeared himself with ash and the juice of roots and berries, and danced by the light of his fires ritually enacting a successful hunt.  

The obstacle to regaining the original state of being in which a man is born is a yawning abyss of anger, pain and self-doubt that can never be filled no matter what or how much is poured into it. Like a broken vessel that can never be full, he is drained as fast as he is filled. There are many things that can distract or blind a man to the existence of this abyss but it is there nonetheless, syphoning away his power, diminishing his will and crushing his hopes and dreams. In fact this chasm continues to grow until he is consumed entirely by it unless he perceives and acknowledges it and figures out how to successfully deal with its presence in his life. This black hole of agony is a part of what makes up the man as a whole, it is a part of his being and must be embraced to be overcome. But problems arise when a man becomes out of balance by attempting to alleviate the pain caused by this abyss through ineffective, counterproductive and most often detrimental methods. In many cases the recognition of this void does not take place until a man’s life is literally in danger of being utterly destroyed. But when a man’s dysfunction is so great that it can no longer be ignored he is forced to take action or face complete annihilation. In order to re-establish his original state of balance he must first identify and acknowledge the source of his problems. Once a man becomes aware of this abyss in his life he can begin the work of overcoming his weaknesses. This is the first step toward becoming the Primal Man. This is a process in which layer upon layer of self is revealed over time as he consciously and consistently chooses the course of action that cause him to gain in strength. Stages of awareness will occur in flashes of understanding and inspiration. As time goes by he will discover deeper and deeper levels of himself that need to be forced into the light and transformed through right action and force of will. With each step he takes towards accomplishing his goals he will gain strength and the universe will begin to align with his goals. This is the ongoing process required in order for a man to achieve his highest potential. This is the man that he was in the beginning of his life, before he was deceived into believing he was someone other than who he truly is. This is the man that believes unquestioningly in the infinite possibility of his life. When an illusion is perceived its power is destroyed. This is the man that knows that he is, and always has been, the man he is meant to be if only he chooses to make it so. This is the beginning of his journey on the path of becoming and the realization of his full potential as a man.

All Power Comes from Within

The second precept is that all power comes from within. Man is in and of himself a microcosm of Yggdrasil (the World Tree). As such he is one with all of creation and therefore capable of doing anything he sets his mind to do.  The ancient Norse text in the Poetic Edda known as the Svipdagsimal relates the myth of the hero Svipdag who is on a quest of initiation in which he must gain entrance to the hall of Menglad (Freya). This mythical quest of initiation is a metaphorical way of describing how Svipdag (Svip = changing or becoming and dag = day which is a kenning for enlightenment), fully realizes his potential as a man on every level of his being, which ultimately results in his attainment of immortality. The success of his journey depends on him first being able to accomplish the seemingly impossible task of gaining access to the upper realm in which the hall of Menglad is located. However, the ability to gain that lofty height can only be attained by drinking a magic potion (the potion is a metaphor for magical power and ability) which is located in the depths of the underworld and guarded by the evil hag Sinmara. The paradox lies in the fact that Sinmara will only give a drink of the magic potion to the man who brings her a feather from the cock that sits in the upper most branches of Yggdrasil. To gain the highest heights Svipdag must first descend to the deepest depths, but to acquire what he needs from there he must bring something from the heights to which he is unable to ascend. It is only when Svipdag comes to the understanding that everything he needs is within himself already that he is able to gain access to Menglad who then gladly and joyously opens wide the gates of her castle and welcomes the hero inside, which is a metaphor for Svipdag gaining union with his hamingja or higher self resulting in the realization of his highest potential as a man. This entire process is a mythological description of what must take place in the mind of men before they are able to ascend and become a Primal Man.

Thought is the Creator

The third, and most important, precept is that man creates himself and his life with his thoughts. This is true because what a man thinks originates with his spirit and a man’s thoughts determine his actions, which in turn create the circumstances of his life. Although it might seem to most that thought is simply automatic it is seldom constructive to think unintentionally. The current society in which man finds himself today is largely built on instilling fear and negativity in the minds of the masses. From religion to politics and everything in between, man is bombarded with fear-based propaganda and lies designed to shackle his mind with unseen yet powerful chains. These chains must be broken before a man is able to rise above the state intended for him by powers bent on his enslavement. A man can only become master of his own destiny by learning to control his own thoughts. One trait that all successful and powerful men have is the ability to focus and concentrate. Any man who meditates knows the challenges of quieting their mind and stilling their thoughts. All throughout a man’s day random thoughts will enter his mind. Some of these thoughts might be useful and constructive epiphanies but more often than not these random thoughts will be in response to some outside influence not advantageous to his goals. Exposure to any type of media will most certainly introduce negative thinking in some way. This is not to say that a man should hide himself away like some hermit, although that often might appear attractive, it simply serves to illustrate the difficulty a man faces in thinking thoughts of his own choosing. This is important because by consistently thinking certain thoughts those thoughts become a man’s predominant way of thinking. This understanding is vital to a life of strength and success as it is thought that determines action and only action will bring about results. Man is connected to the sentient and intelligent universe which is responsive to his thoughts and provides accordingly. In addition to the universal mind there are spirits that follow a man throughout his life. These spirits are responsive to the thoughts, words and actions of the man to whom they are attached and play a huge role in how a man’s life manifests. They are literally a part of a man’s mind, body, soul complex and must be nurtured and strengthened even as the body needs to be nurtured in order to grow and thrive. The world of spirit will react to the spirit of a man and assist in bringing about the circumstances to which he is most inclined. The kind of spirits that attach themselves to a man are a reflection of the nature of that man, which is determined by his thoughts.  

That Primal Man knows no limits to his power is the rejection of the lies of self-loathing and doubt that are taught to men from the time they are born, the metaphor of the tree teaches that all power comes from within and that thought is the creator of life is simply the discipline to remain focused on established goals and to think intentionally. There is no magic wand; no invisible man in the sky to magically make it all better, there is only mind, will and choice. The world of spirit can be of help but only to a man that helps himself. The Primal Man chooses the life that he wants for himself and creates it.

Troy Wisehart