I am not interested in wishing hard and having the Universe provide all I need without any work on my part.

Loving her has become a part of my religion, a gentle mantra with every beating of my heart. I cannot imagine its Ragnarok without wilting.

Holding fantasy to our chests only means our hands are not free to work.

Our brains want God even as our minds debunk the divine.

Paganism is the default of most children, since they excel at magical thinking.

My main nurturing instinct toward children is mild sadism--picking them up and threatening to drop them--which is why I am a good uncle but would make a poor father.

Having ascended to some spiritual strength by focusing on the power of the feminine, it is no doubt tempting to wield this strength against that which triggers memories of having once been weaker.

Women are seen as imperfect or unclean, because of a myth of a tempting apple, because they bleed monthly, because they lack equivalent upper body strength.

Most magick I have experienced can be written off as a stew of psychology and coincidence, and I truly believe this is where magick is best worked.

Magick need not be a crutch, but it is hard to argue that anything you lean on in lieu of building your own strength weakens resolve.

I honor the divine on a daily basis, but I want to know that the greatest magick in my life is living authentically with what I have and can do.

We all have this perfect little image of who we want to be, but it is unnecessary. Throw the image away. You're already you just be the best version of yourself.

Be an embodiment of the petition, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven

Males do not represent two discrete populations, heterosexual and homosexual. The world is not to be divided into sheeps and goats. Not all things are black nor all things white.

It must be obvious to anyone who can think at all that the charges against the Hussein regime are, as concerns arsenals of genocidal weaponry, true.

I'm focusing on my family, raising my family, and staying blessed.

The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home.

Neurotic quarrels always have the same theme-song: Hate me and get it over with.

You know you're an Arizona native when you have to look up "mass transit" in the dictionary.

I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.

Being an author, is being a dictator. (in a good way)