What The Eye Doesn't See, The Heart

Genuine Recollections Almost Invariably Explain Oneself To Oneself. Suppose, For Example, That You Feel An Instinctive Aversion To Some Particular Kind Of Wine. Try As You Will, You Can Find No Reason For It. Suppose When You Explore A Previous Incarnation, You Remember You Died By A Poisoned Administered In A Wine Of That Kind, Your Aversion Is Explained By The Proverb: 'a Burnt Child Dreads The Fire.'

The Holy Guardian Angel Is The Spiritual Sun Of The Soul Of The Adept.

There Is A Splendour In My Name Hidden And Glorious, As The Sun Of Midnight Is Ever The Son.

You Must On No Account Attempt To Use The Squares Given In The Book Of The Sacred Magic Of Abramelin The Mage Until You Have Succeeded In The Operation. More, Unless You Mean To Perform It, And Are Prepared To Go To Any Length To Do So, You Are A Fool To Have The Book In Your Possession At All. Those Squares Are Liable To Get Loose And Do Things On Their Own Initiative; And You Won't Like It.

What The Eye Doesn't See, The Heart Doesn't Grieve Over.