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i’m choosing to stay anonymous here. you can call me Thorne, a name pulled from old stories and older trees. i don’t speak for any tradition but my own. what i say here is vague on purpose, and it’s not the whole picture. what matters is resonance not clarity.

i’m mostly a solitary practitioner. not much for sharing pictures or rituals or whatever. my path’s lived, not posted. i don’t mind standing in shared spaces like this though.

my practice is somewhere between old pagan bones and some ceremonial scaffolding i’ve built myself. i work with seasons, the dark, the body, sometimes dreams. sometimes something else. there’s contact - felt, not just imagined - between here and the other. gods or spirits or ancestors or things that don’t fit a name. i’m not trying to nail it all down. if someone says they’ve got the full answer, i stop listening.

i like crowley, kinda. his mind more than his methods. but my stuff’s softer, older. more moss and ash than marble and gold. i’ve glanced through the typhonian stuff. not my current, but i appreciate the reminder: not all doors open into temples some just into night. and not everything in the dark is something to fear.

i’m also a mason. that throws people. to me, it’s a different kind of temple. different tools. but still real work.

that’s enough. not here to sell a thing, or prove anything. just walking my crooked road, same as always. glad to share the path for a bit with others doing the same.