Quotes About Magus

Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of men, he saw.

He was a wizard of sorts, a magus and a grammaticus; and continually communing with his machines as he did, he seemed to find talking to actual people a confusion to him.

It must here be explained that my innate diffidence forbade me to aspire to the Grade of Magus in any full sense. Such beings appear only in every two thousand years or so.

The yogi tends to work inwardly, focusing on the body, whereas the magus directs the will outwardly upon the objects of the greater world. This apparent distinction is misleading, since inner world and outer world have no dividing boundary, but are an indivisible universe perceived by a single human mind. The ultimate goal is similar in both practices-to master the personal universe and yoke it to the higher aspirations.

The lamplight gleamed on the Magus' white grin. "People like to watch the pretty puppets, Superior. Even a glimpse of the puppeteer can be most upsetting for them. Why, they might even suddenly notice the strings around their own wrists

In his discussion of the trumps, Crowley goes so far as to identify three cards with the alchemical elements: the Magus is mercury, the Empress is salt, and the Emperor is sulfur.

I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles—your Magus of words

I want you to steal something. I smiled. Do you want the king's seal? I can get it for you. If I were you, said the magus, I'd stop bragging about that. His voice grated. My smile grew. The gold ring with the engraved ruby had been in his safekeeping when I had stolen it away.

I was not so comfortable with my new authority that I could say 'We eat the chicken now!' but the magus had seen that I was considering it... My purse is full enough, said the magus, to keep you supplied with roast chickens. So, so, so, I said. We know who the power behind the throne is, and the magus laughed. You eat more than Gen did after prison, he said. I have more sympathy with him all the time. Are you going to finish that drumstick? I asked. I am. Stop staring at it.

The Magus must had eyes like a thief because he told Pol to stop and dismount to walk alongside me, one hand resting just above my knee ready to shake me if I fell asleep. He shook hard and resorted to pinching periodically.

Ridiculous to think what indignities I would suffer in silence, if I knew that I was to be rewarded with an oversize bucket of hot water, the magus said as he settled into the bath the servants had filled for him.

That won't be necessary," said the magus coolly. "No one would mistake you for anything but a tool, Gen. If a sword is well made, does the credit go to the blacksmith or to his hammer? How much smarter than a hammer can you be if you flaunt the proof of your crimes in a wineshop?" I flushed, and he laughed. If I hadn't already been angry, it might not have seemed unkind laughter.

He thought that when he had healed sufficiently, and withdrawn from the capital, he might write the magus a letter and open a correspondence on Euclid, or Thales, or the new idea from the north, that the sun and not the Earth might be the centre of the universe.

It seemed a pitifully small number of troops that the king of Attolia was offering, much smaller than Sounis had expected. He looked at the magus to see if he, too, was surprised, but the magus was looking at his hands. Sounis looked at Attolia, and she only stared back. No doubt she had overcome her own rebels with ten men and a penknife.

After I ate, I asked the magus if he had any paper. I knew he had a journal that he kept a record of our days in. Did you want to write a letter to your sweetheart? he asked. What makes you think my sweetheart can read? Shut up and get me a piece of paper.

Crowley—the universe reflects the self and the self the universe, an infinite chain of myriad changes that the magus alone can encompass. As

A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.

For I hadn't stood frozen at the revelation of Geilie's pregnancy. It was something else I had seen that chilled me to the marrow of my bones. As Geilie had spun, white arms stretched aloft, I saw what she had seen when my own clothes were stripped away. A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.

As Geilie had spun, white arms stretched aloft, I saw what she had seen when my own clothes were stripped away. A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.

Ere Babylon was dust,The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child,Met his own image walking in the garden,That apparition, sole of men, he saw.