Desire Is Half of Life, Indifference Is Half of Death

I wish more blogs had expressive summation and description like magdalena’s:

One thelemic, tantric, feminine slave’s journey down the beautiful road towards and within enslavement. Some of this writing may be offensive to the uninitiated. Some of this writing may not be about chains, whips or how he tastes. My throat and soul are bared here. For this moment.

And:

Glow of the impossible, intense, exalted and sublime. condition of being, generating a change. Imbued or illuminated with eternal divine light, inflamed or consumed with eternal profane love. Uncertainty opens us so that miracles may occur. I believe in the transformation of human consciousness to divine consciousness via the manipulation of the divine currents within the physical, sexual and subtle bodies through erotic rites. I believe in the sanctity of the profane.

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death