On “The White People,” by Arthur Machen
A friend of mine once asked me what the difference between a sorcerer and a wizard was. The wizard endeavors to recover a gift which he has lost, the sorcerer tries to obtain something which was never his.
The nurse warns the girl after her initiation; she does not take heed, and by attempting to enlighten the village, she joins the dead in the black pit.
Her powers to transmute mundane objects into gemstones acquired upon ascent; they originate from her rebirth, if the catalyst is successfully integrated. Instant karma and other meaningful coincidences; an otherworldly entity that has taken an interest in us as a personification of one’s own accumulated magnetism?
"Do as thou wilt" is the weapon of the reprobate, the panacea of the virtuous. When I stated that the ideal use of giftedness is to uplift humanity to a former glory, to recover what was lost in the past to beget a better future, I'm met with a condescending laugh. We can strive to fulfill ideals and become the highest versions of ourselves, but we can't become anything more than human; attempting to do so is trying to climb the Tower of Babel. History repeats.
Maybe the fae are just tricksters that target the disconnected to amplify disorderly subconscious, altering the psyche to lead them astray from true love and connection to the divine with promises of a golden calf.
A sphinx controls the voodoo doll; she weds herself. To exorcise the animus' control, the ego must be set ablaze and the animus must be tossed inside the conflagration.
A: Without being proactive in your ‘beingness,’ one simply splinters off.