Gabriel Brunsdon Quotes

Sometimes when deep magic is before you, it can be taken as something quite ordinary. Only when looking back does one question what had just taken place, and make note that it had been queer or unusual. The deeper a magic is, the more normal it can appear.

For the purity of first light is bliss
and surely the whole point of faith
is just in this: -
Not that we believe
but that we ask of He
to have faith in us.

Between the borders of Faerie and the physical world stands an ancient forest where the trees are exceedingly tall; and although no longer visible to men, their roots go deep into its earth.

May Wisdom's light bespoke my mind,
May Grace's charity provoke my care;
May Heaven's bounty sustain my soul;
May Godly Reason make calm myself."

Prayer of St Francis - Azlander/Second Chances

For all beings within this universal kingdom, their magnetic north rests in genuine mirth.

Independence' is a magic word, because nowhere in the Cosmos does it actually exist.

The thoughts of Man build future worlds, whilst the emotions of the Fey build up this, our Natural World.

The science of the spirit and its relationship to the body in which it indwells is a complex conundrum. Life is not what it appears to be. Life is wholesome, and this unison of synergistic amalgamations persuade the common view that one thing is the other. But one thing is many things - at the one time - and this simple truth goes to the essence of all life with its manifold complexities.

True passion motivates the life forces and brings forth all things good.
... desire is the poor cousin to passion, ever hungry and with no real result.

It is often thought that spirits in the after-world do not breathe as we might do - and that in being dead, one does not require inhaling and exhaling anything.
Well, they do exchange ethers, and the body of a soul does in fact breathe, and talk and sing - though not with oxygen, but a rarefied vitality. And just as a newborn, the very first impulse that comes when one crosses over to the other side, past the veils of death, is to inhale deeply - and then relax.

Heaven itself is just a little less than perfect: for perfection, by self-definition, is a static condition, and anything truly static has deceased its purpose.

Light and Darkness are never balanced. Nor Good and Evil. One cannot balance a something with a nothing.

The mystery behind the disruptive forces of chaos and evility is that these particulars cannot even commit to themselves - they are their own undoing - and the foulness that would corrupt, corrupts itself.

Those who align with evility invite their own destruction. Our crusade, as caretakers of the Spirit, the One Spirit, is to remain indifferent to the theatre of destruction, and be true to the permanency of all that is good.

When someone from Faerie ever tells you something, you can see it - you can feel it - you believe it. For the true value of enchantment and its glamour, is in the imparting of a truth - by truth's own persuasion it makes itself real.

Men are tested and tried amongst deceptions radically and they are winning for themselves abilities to give, to deliberate, to stand fast, to choose well, to discriminate."
"They are far from the 'automata' of the Universe some think them to be. They dance the starry path and are sharpening their knowledge with every orbit of each positive thought travelled.

Thoughts alone are potent writs of becoming.