Daniel A Schulke

For an advanced interpreter of the mythopoeia and dynamics of the occult this is a great, sophisticated read, discernably engaging in lush elucidations of the mindframe of witchcraft. It is one of a kind, rarely ever a book leaves me so impressed by the masterful command of the topic by the author. The profane exposed in an academic manner that almost makes the walking corpses of shades an aesthetic phenomena. Let me quit the reviewing here, and follow the advice: 'be wise' an accentuation of the ophitic currents, unforgiving for the insane and the fool, behold a short poem:

Unshown pathways of fates
Had thou spread forgetful arson?
Unwit, wit your own mirror, fool

Trap yea, many fell, strangled
By fates which judge to offer to?

Consider yer a mightier man?
Some call it ‘many a suns
Hath seen’.

Do not point fingers at the
Slanders’ receiving party
Withhold swords and judgments
Turn the table, stay aright

Drink your own poison, it
Healeth only the honest,
Thine enemies samelike
Veneficial bane digest

Only then thou shall smile,
Or perish in regret
After true faces are shown
In black mirrors of Moires… (altro)

For an advanced interpreter of the mythopoeia and dynamics of the occult this is a great, sophisticated read, discernably engaging in lush elucidations of the mindframe of witchcraft. It is one of a kind, rarely ever a book leaves me so impressed by the masterful command of the topic by the author. The profane exposed in an academic manner that almost makes the walking corpses of shades an aesthetic phenomena. Let me quit the reviewing here, and follow the advice: 'be wise' an accentuation of the ophitic currents, unforgiving for the insane and the fool, behold a short poem:

Unshown pathways of fates
Had thou spread forgetful arson?
Unwit, wit your own mirror, fool

Trap yea, many fell, strangled
By fates which judge to offer to?

Consider yer a mightier man?
Some call it ‘many a suns
Hath seen’.

Do not point fingers at the
Slanders’ receiving party
Withhold swords and judgments
Turn the table, stay aright

Drink your own poison, it
Healeth only the honest,
Thine enemies samelike
Veneficial bane digest

Only then thou shall smile,
Or perish in regret
After true faces are shown
In black mirrors of Moires… (altro)

For an advanced interpreter of the mythopoeia and dynamics of the occult this is a great, sophisticated read, discernably engaging in lush elucidations of the mindframe of witchcraft. It is one of a kind, rarely ever a book leaves me so impressed by the masterful command of the topic by the author. The profane exposed in an academic manner that almost makes the walking corpses of shades an aesthetic phenomena. Let me quit the reviewing here, and follow the advice: 'be wise' an accentuation of the ophitic currents, unforgiving for the insane and the fool, behold a short poem:

Unshown pathways of fates
Had thou spread forgetful arson?
Unwit, wit your own mirror, fool

Trap yea, many fell, strangled
By fates which judge to offer to?

Consider yer a mightier man?
Some call it ‘many a suns
Hath seen’.

Do not point fingers at the
Slanders’ receiving party
Withhold swords and judgments
Turn the table, stay aright

Drink your own poison, it
Healeth only the honest,
Thine enemies samelike
Veneficial bane digest

Only then thou shall smile,
Or perish in regret
After true faces are shown
In black mirrors of Moires… (altro)