The Human: Jack, Orage & friends.

  Y ou and nobody else is the guardian of your own magick. What you do truly echoes in the bosoms of eternity; the torch of light will be passed to the humble and valiant leaders, not to the blinded and neutered followers. The lover is the called and beloved warrior, but the lover’s heart and warrior’s mind are nothing without the timeless kiss, trustfully accumulated and set ablaze in the majestic center of the most fertile and compassionate rose. Mjormir without sparks is the cruel reveal—non-magnetic manifestation of elemental passion, given to both participants without the last crucial synthesis, a gift full of lawless love. Continue reading HP's fine poem at  https://jackheartblog.org/wp/2025/01/love-and-law-law-and-love-by-happy-parrot/.html