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The
Faery tradition is not what one might expect upon first hearing
its name. It is the experience of chaos that leads to inspiration;
of sexual abandon that leads to bliss; of deep and primal
powers that are seldom understood or condoned by "polite" members of society. The Faery sits atop her mushroom, guarding
the secrets that lie within its psychedelic flesh, and yet
inviting us to partake in a little bit of the madness that
is characteristic of her realm. While crazed, we wax poetic,
our sacred utterances the invocation of our ancient Gods,
so that we might offer our bodies as vessels and be changed
forever by their presence. On the road to Faery there are
both joys and horrors, but both are essential to the real
growth that inevitably is the result of consistently working
with the tools of the tradition. May these offerings provide
the seeker with a few more. |
