Archiwum
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- Roberts Nora Miłość na deser 01 Miłość na deser
- Hilari Bell Goblin Wood 01 The Goblin Wood v2
- Giovanni Guareschi [Don Camillo 01] The Little World of Don Camillo (pdf)
- Christine Young [Highland 01] Highland Honor (pdf)
- 398. Gerard Cindy Dzikie serca 01 Ni srebro ni złoto
- Carter Ally Dziewczyny z Akademii Gallagera 01 Powiedziałabym ci, że cię kocham ale
- Ciara Lake [Xihirian Shifters 01] Xihirah [Siren Classic] (pdf)
- Janrae Frank Journey of Sacred King 01 My Sister's Keeper
- Sandemo Margit Saga o Królestwie Światła 01 Wielkie Wrota
- Waverly Shannon Antalogia Noworoczna 01 Wesołych Świąt, Aniołku
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dressed in a kilt, wearing a black mask, and with a golden dagger in his belt. But the Golden Dawn is remembered
today for the impact some of its members had on Tarot. Arthur Edward Waite, creator of the prominent Rider-Waite
Tarot deck, was a member; so was Paul Foster Case, a leading Tarot scholar; and so was Aleister Crowley, said to
be the wickedest man in the world, who created the Thoth Tarot deck under the name Master Therion. Crowley was a
highly intelligent and literate man, the author of a number of thoughtful books, but he had strong passions, indulged
in drugs like cocaine and heroin, practiced black magic (one episode left one man dead and Crowley in a mental
hospital for several months; they had summoned Satan), and had homosexual tendencies that led him to degrade
women. He set up a retreat in Italy called the Abbey of Thelema where his darker urges were exercised, and this
became notorious. Yet for all the faults of the author, Crowley's Thoth Tarot remains perhaps the most beautiful and
relevant of contemporary decks, well worth the attention of anyone seriously interested in the subject.
The picture about him wavered and faded. Brother Paul hesitated, but immediately realized the problem: his entry
into the Animation had changed it. Maybe the legendary Chinese artist what was his name? had been able to enter
his own realistic painting and disappear from the mundane world, but very few others had acquired such status!
Brother Paul could only look, not participate.
Yet why not? These Animations were governed by his own mind. If he wanted to paint a picture with himself in it,
who was there to say he could not? He dealt the Six of Swords.
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this water was too broad for it. He could not see the castle at all. Of course this was a different picture, for a different
card; the Five of Cups had stood for loss, while the Six of Swords represented a journey by water. He had lost the
Five, appropriately, but gained the Six.
He spied a small craft on the water. It was a flat-bottomed boat, containing a woman and a child, and a man who was
poling the boat across the river. "Wait!" Brother Paul cried, suddenly anxious, but also conscious of the possible pun:
wait Waite, the author of this deck. "I want to go, too!" But they did not heed him; probably they were out of
earshot, if they existed at all as people. They were, literally, of a different world, one he could not enter.
He thought of the vacuous mouthings of the Hierophant, and felt his ire rising again. He was Animating these
pictures; he would have his answer! He had intended to ascertain whether there was any objective validity to these
Animations, or whether they all merely represented a sequence of solidified visions from his mind. If the latter, he
had his answer: there was no specific God of Tarot. If the former...
But right now he was merely trying to find his way out of this situation. He had intended merely to taste the water,
not to drown in it!
Water an excellent symbol. Why not put it to the proof?
He plunged into the river, half expecting to feel the scrape of ground against his body as he belly-flopped on reality.
But his dive was clean; it was the shock of physical water that struck him. It foamed around his face and caught at his
clothing; he should have stripped before entering! Yet he had not really believed...
If faith were the key to Animation, how was this water real, despite his unbelief?
But already his entry was changing the Animation. The water was vaporizing, the river diminishing. Brother Paul
fixed his gaze on the people in the boat, striving to hang onto them, to prevent the entire image from evanescing. If
only he could talk to them, these people of the Tarot background, and ask them
The boat shivered. The man flew up into the air, sprouting wings, and perched upon a low-hanging cloud. The
woman aged rapidly into a hag. The child grew up into an extremely comely young lady.
As Brother Paul approached them, they turned to face him. He halted a few paces away, discovering that he was back
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