Hallowed Winds

There is a certain absurdity and simplicity to ritual magic that makes it easy to miss the depth of it in the face of the power that it grants its wielder. This is a feature, not a bug, for such a measure keeps the curious satisfied without revealing its magnificence; keeps the evil locked out of its real force. The Secrets of the Earth are not given away easily, certainly not by performing a ceremony, half-hardheartedly in their name, for it is the substance that has become part of the magician by experiencing and reverencing the elements that give the ceremony true power.

The Elements are often overlooked by the magician lusting to becoming One. One cannot do anything to achieve transcendence because transcendence is not something that is done or can be done, it is something that you become if you set everything else right --say the Sages of age past. Just like the blossoming of a flower, you cannot peel the bud and get a flower, that way you'll only destroy it. You can only handle the manure, the water, the air and the Sun. If everything is set right, you get a flower; if everything is properly placed, you achieve transcendence and the work of the elements is key along that way.

Thus, the elements are something that we must realize, for we are the elements and without acknowledging ourselves where is there to go? Our bodies come from the Elements and are the Elements. If this is neglected, in an attempt to go further prematurely, we would break our bodies and minds, as many have, because by neglecting the work the Elements play, we have missed and important lesson, a few in fact, and we have neglected part of who we are. Without the care of the elements we would disintegrate ourselves into incoherent bits instead of uniting into a whole under the boundless nothing of Spirit once the Great Work sees its fulfillment.

Hallowed Wind, that howls down from the mountains
Bring us clarity down to our bones
Where the cold won't let us walk were we mustn't go

Hallowed Wind that bursts from the seas
Bring us freedom up to our hearts
Where the salt flows in remembrance through our veins

Fly away, fly with us.

Hallowed Wind that blazes from the desert
Brings us silence within our souls
Where the ash will carry away our spirit

Hallowed Wind that rushes from the clouds
Bring us memory into our eyes
Where it will remain once we become

Fly away, fly with us