This same sensory communion with place must be cultivated in regions that are the least conducive to it. It’s an easy task to slip into visionary reverie in untamed spaces, but can you do it in Croydon on a Saturday night? Can you do it on the tube in rush hour?
The imperative of magic is to reshape our experience of each moment as it comes into being. Magic throws off the shackles of deceitful illusion and penetrates through to the raw pulsation of existence that underlies such imposed narrative. This visionary awareness understands that no territory is profane. If the primal forest is a sacred terrain, its mystery must underpin all else. There is nowhere that the jungle is not.
"— Stephen Grasso, Smoke and Mirrors, part VII, “Great North Wood.”
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