Go deeper within, where the brambles tear at your skin and the sun is lost to the night. Go deeper, with only your breath and the sharp sword of your consciousness, and find the dark parts, the ugliness, the forgotten denizens that made a home of you. Find them and bring them back to the light. Bring them back, so you may look upon their true beauty and their purpose, and love them as yourself. Bring them back so that you may integrate them into your fullness, and in that integration they will become light, and you will rise.
Magick cannot be found in the world until you learn to bring it. It is in you, it is your essence, it peeps at you from behind the veil with a secret smile. Magick is who you are, it lies in wait behind the walls you built. It is buried beneath the soil of conscious thought, resting in the dark, a silent seed longing to sprout and burst forth into your life. It hides itself deep in the cracks of your imagination. It is an elusive, silver fish that dances and darts through the rivers of your emotions. It is your birthright, but it will not give itself easily to you.