By Frater S.C.F.V.

Last night, I had a bizarre dream, which seemed to contain some worthy lessons embedded in a dark and cautionary tale.

Unlike most of my dreams, which tend to unfold as fragments, this one came with a full-blown plot structure and motifs that reminded me of a folk tale imbued with fascinating occult material.

The Magician and the Demon

I dreamed that a dark-haired woman, a goes who studied the grimoires, decided to conjure a Demon to blind her enemy. I had no stake in the work, but was somehow required to be present for the evocation.

I warned the fervent magician to follow the proper protocols if she was to do this Operation, but she had a crazed, obsessive look in her eyes, a sense of urgency that she knew what to do and it must be done immediately.

She was not in a state amenable…