What do you believe about death? I never really believed that we go into a perfect happy place forever and ever. I never really believed in nothingness.
This past Saturday, at a festival dedicated to doing our true Will, Sator Mordecai Sova of the Magical Pact of the Illuminates of Thanateros, Magister Templi of Temple Ne-ga-ee-kia, my mentor, and my friend, sat down among those she loved, doing what she loved, and passed on.
We watched as her body died of a heart attack, and could do nothing. But what would we do to prevent the most epic death a magician could ask for?
Soldiers fall. Leaders are slain. But I see now that magicians truly go on. For after her passing into the next stage of the Great Work, we danced, we drank, we did magick. And all the while I saw her guiding hand leading the ritual, and continuing her life’s work.
CHOYOFAQUE! IA NE-GA-EE-KIA! IA MAMA CHAOS!