They say the city of Turin is magical. Within its most grand church (La Grand Madre de Dio) it is said that the source of white magic exists and that hidden under a sewer entrance on the Piazza Statuto are the veritable gates of Hell.
It is also said that Turin lies on the axis of White magic with Lyon (France) and Prague, and the Black magic axis with London and San Francisco. I have always felt something a bit darkly occult-ish in the streets of London, as if the Dragon Lady was always watching over me (which is in a way is true with all the CCTVs) –and no offence to the Queen, although I do remember reading in an extremist conspiracy book years ago that the meaning behind the name Elizabeth was “born of a Lizard”- this still remains to be proven. I’m not too sure of the SF connection, it seems so far away from all these European cities to be part of the pack. However, wasn’t the TV series Charmed based in SF? They seemed to have a lot of demons to cast out during their 8 season run… I wonder. I’ve never been to Prague, so I can’t say anything about its association with magic, but I did live in Lyon for some years, and can ratify that within its catholic churches a cradle of pagan tradition is eminently apparent. My favorite example is the immense astrological “cuckoo” clock in the church of Saint-Jean.
For many of the Turin dwellers this legend is akin to a blind faith in God. For others, it is simply an urban legend to intrigue tourists, while for a “tight-knit” group it is as profound as knowing ones soul.
As with most Magical or Secret societies, there are those who flick away the theory like a bothersome fly, while others believe it with fervent zeal. Anton LeVeyan argues in his book, The Satanic Bible, that magic owes its strength to the uncertainty of its existence, and that non-believers are more susceptible to its effect then those “in the know.”
The other day I managed to enter La Grand Madre de Dio, this proved to be a difficult, for as most places in Turin, the church closes for lunch from 1-4 pm. Although, from the outside the church fully dominates the small piazza it sits on, the inside-or at least what you are allowed to visit- is surprisingly a small circle. I sat for a few minutes to take it all in. Perhaps it was the atmospheres innate and long-standing structures of prayer, or maybe the profound silence imprisoned in its walls, nonetheless a sensation of a heavy hand upon my head was undeniably present. In the abysmal silence, I looked up to the larger-than-life icons and statues and was startled to hear a breathless bombardment of lyrical enchantments emanating from their stone cold faces.
Even though for many the old religion is beyond dead, for a few it still quietly sips in whispers of shallow breath, its mathematical architecture definitely resonates with life, whether it be from the power of magic, the hand of God, or simply from the devotional intensity of the human soul.
On a more personal note, as I was practicing my own form of magic, which has more to do with a meditation and a deeper knowledge of Self than casting spells, I grasped something about the idea of “being on the right path”. This has often been somewhat of a focus for me and the members of “my magical tribe”-show me a sign Lady of Light . As I was sitting in my make-shift temple of contemplation, I realized there is no path, there are only decisive actions in the moment, and being on the “right-path” means those actions are declarations of love- “bright ideas” that inspire. I realized that one can only be on the right path when their steps are intensions arising from the heart & soul.
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