[…] What a mesmerizing, wonderful experience it has been. Both tantalizing as well as sobering at once. And that doesn’t even touch on the actual solitary practice that I’ve been privileged to do in various places: Seeing so many shrines in visions, having a deity lick flames off my hands, seeing the mother stone of Kali on a mountaintop, standing under the gaze of the Himalayans and listening to their songs, or being blessed by the icy waters of the springs at Muktinath.

So, what is La Scarzuola? A phantasmagoric dreamscape made of imagination turned to stone? A theatre of dreams in the middle of the Umbrian wilderness? The ideal city in miniature? Or the biography of Tomaso Buzzi himself, carved in stone? – All this at once, and then one of the best-kept treasures of European occult sights.

Here is a moment of pause for all the oral traditions of lived magic. Those invisible, vibrant lines from mouth to ear, through time and space, through generations and across continents.

We provide a new English translation of Agrippa’s 1527 chapter ‘Of Goêteia and Necromancy’ as well as our own reflections on Tenets of a Forbidden Craft.

What good is the knowledge of what holds the world together at its core if we continue to destroy it? More important than the knowledge of the innermost might be the knowledge of partaking.