Book Of Orion Quotes

There is no greater power than the one others do not believe you possess.

Poor are those who have eyes but cannot see... ☥

Light and Darkness. One cannot exist without the other. There is no true Master, without the power of balance. ☥

Words are more dangerous than swords and guns. They reach further and hurt deeper.

Humans are naturally scared and confused beings. They not only fear the unknown, as they live fearing themselves... ☥

Predator and prey move in silent gestures, on the seductive dance of death, in the shadows cast by the vultures of the night. ☥

To face a real daemon, you must first look inwards and conquer your own darkness. ☥

The deepest of powers are often the most subtle. Something that most fail to realize... ☥

Did you ever face Death and let it stare back at you right in the Eyes? ☥

Sometimes the dim veil between sanity and insanity is perception.

It is safer to face a strong enemy in the field of battle, than to fight a war by the side of a weak friend.

Humans spend more time finding ways to fight and criticize who they consider a threat than actually learning how to overcome that threat.

The night is Ours. Rejoicing in the ethereal realms where We are kings. Blessed souls of forgotten immortality. They fear Us in every grasp.

Words are sigils that can hide the coded language of your Soul. ☥

In darkness lies a mystery that has the power to shine brighter than true light. ☥

Life is a chance at Evolution. Overcome yourself and Become. ☥

An evolved and balanced Ego can be a valuable tool for the Self. But a blinding one is always among the first footsteps into Oblivion. ☥

The hidden mist of forgotten truth is not for the mundane eye to see... ☥

A mystical path requires courage as you must take a first step of faith so that the second may be of science. ☥

Knowledge is a sacred gem that must be conquered,wielded and empowered. To access such gnosis is not a right,but a privilege of the evolved.

We live in Secret. We live in Silence. And we live Forever...

No matter how hard you try, after the Day there will always be a Night...

He who does not cherish life, does not deserve to be among the living. ☥

The power of faith can be a strong force, but the power of knowing is even stronger. ☥

Truth is not a right to be claimed, but a gift for those who are able to conquer it. ☥

You may think you're not blind, but can you see in the dark? ☥

Do not judge others, without first judging yourself. There is no strength without knowing thyself. ☥

Beautiful sunrise in the far away mountains, painting the wide horizon with vibrant warm colors, among the chill from the morning breeze. ☥

However, the real beauty is not in the words themselves, but in the listener that has the power to understand them.

When fully united, without ego or weakness, we become the greatest invisible force this world has ever witnessed.

When mankind ascended to the stars, he came no closer to God.

To become an Asetian is to die and be reborn. To forget all you have learned and learn all you have forgotten. ☥

I am lost in the world of books. So many books to read.

You don't find Truth, but Truth finds you. ☥

looking enraptured while Orion murmured to me that their kind could step right into the pages of a story. They didn’t just see it in their head, they lived every word, the whole thing playing out in their minds as if they were the main character, and that sounded pretty awesome. It must have been incredible to experience your favourite books first hand, to fall so deeply between the pages that it seemed as if those worlds really existed. “Which book would you go into?” I asked Orion, brushing my fingers over the thick stubble on his jaw. “There is no story I would choose to live in but ours,” he answered simply, and damn this man to hell for his silver tongue. My heart all but packed up its bags and moved out of my chest to go and live in his instead. He already owned it that completely anyway.

As a boy I slept in a meadow one night. It was summer and the sky was very clear. Before I fell asleep I saw Orion on the horizon, standing above the woods. Then I woke up in the middle of the night—and suddenly Orion was standing high above me. I have never forgotten that. I had learned that the earth is a planet and rotates; but I had learned it as one learns something from books and does not quite realize. But now, for the first time I felt that it really was like that. I felt that the earth was silently flying through the immensities of space. I felt it so strongly that I almost believed I had to hold onto something in order not to be hurled off. Probably it happened because, emerging from a deep sleep and bereft for a moment of memory and habit, I looked into the huge, displaced sky. Suddenly the earth was no longer firm—and since then it has never become wholly firm again—” He

Myself, Callum, Lennox, Orion, Ghost and Rodriquez.

There was something about the fear of death that kept humanity on its toes. Without it, things fell apart fast.

Project Orion, is detailed in the excellent book of the same name by Freeman’s son, George.

An Asetian never tries to talk louder than the crowd surrounding him. An Asetian becomes that crowd.

Humanity rose to the stars, but never found paradise.

Oof, that sucks.” Orion was sprawled out on his bunk across the room, reading a book.

While blocks were falling all around us, the elder dragon darted its middle head right at Orion’s body. The head opened up its jaw and snapped up the mech-less driver whole. In an instant, he was gone.

The Orion constellation was very significant to the ancient Egyptians. Years earlier, a construction engineer, Robert Bauval, had noticed that the three pyramids at Giza, including the great pyramid, were aligned in a fashion that looked similar to the way that the three stars of Orion’s belt were aligned.

A group of Sphinxes plucked books off of the shelves and lay down in the grass, looking enraptured while Orion murmured to me that their kind could step right into the pages of a story. They didn't just see it in their head, they lived every word, the whole thing playing out in their minds as if they were the main character, and that sounded pretty awesome. It must have been incredible to experience your favourite books first hand, to fall so deeply between the pages that it seemed as if those worlds really existed.

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I got you these.” I flipped open the satchel again, offering him the book on gemstones first and Orion’s jaw went slack as he took the book from my hand, turning it over gently like it was the most precious thing in the world. “Oh my stars,” he gasped, grabbing the bag from me and rifling through the books with a youthful smile on his face. I snorted a laugh as Darius gave me a pointed look, realising I’d just lost myself fifty auras, but the look on Orion’s face was definitely worth it. “I’m afraid Highspell had some of your other ones burned,” I said with a frown and I immediately regretted saying that as Orion looked like I’d just told him I’d murdered his puppy. “Burned them?” he rasped and I nodded, offering him an apologetic look as he hugged the bag of books to his chest like he didn’t want them to hear what had happened to their friends. “Sorry, man.” Darius rested a hand to Orion’s shoulder and he growled. “I’ll murder that fake-faced witch,” he snarled, his fangs on show as he held onto his books even tighter and I was pretty sure he was making that promise to them. Dude would definitely kill in revenge for those books.

Orion's Tips for Sane Witchcraft (Ponder and Apply to Living) Know your boundaries. Find time for stillness. Look within! Do not confuse spirituality with egotism. Don't abuse power or give it to those who would abuse you with it. Live your life as an expression of conscious creation and divine revelation. Seek counsel daily with your source, your center, and your ancestors. Don't get lazy, crazy, or otherwise in your own way. Remember grace! It brings wisdom and unlocks more vast knowledge. Be sincere in all that you do. Never compromise (especially your integrity) or be compromised. If you lose yourself, you have nothing. Choose what matters and feed it. (Starve the bane, feed the blessing.) Get the lesson and get on with life. Too often life is what happens when you are busy doing something else. Maintain an attitude of thanksgiving. For in doing so, you give gratitude to source and maintain inner fertile space to receive more. Thank the source and its good spirits at the beginning and ending of each day. If you wake up in the morning, your day has already started out good . . . build from that position. Don't wait for a reason to be happy when it is right in front of you. Claim the

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Orion's Tips for Sane Witchcraft (Ponder and Apply to Living) Know your boundaries. Find time for stillness. Look within! Do not confuse spirituality with egotism. Don't abuse power or give it to those who would abuse you with it. Live your life as an expression of conscious creation and divine revelation. Seek counsel daily with your source, your center, and your ancestors. Don't get lazy, crazy, or otherwise in your own way. Remember grace! It brings wisdom and unlocks more vast knowledge. Be sincere in all that you do. Never compromise (especially your integrity) or be compromised. If you lose yourself, you have nothing. Choose what matters and feed it. (Starve the bane, feed the blessing.) Get the lesson and get on with life. Too often life is what happens when you are busy doing something else. Maintain an attitude of thanksgiving. For in doing so, you give gratitude to source and maintain inner fertile space to receive more. Thank the source and its good spirits at the beginning and ending of each day. If you wake up in the morning, your day has already started out good . . . build from that position. Don't wait for a reason to be happy when it is right in front of you. Claim the direction of your spirit! Fall in love with being you. The seed of divinity is within you; live your truth. Give no enduring interest to what is not spirit while seeking spiritual truth in everything. Do not stray away from your faith in yourself and the source (for in truth they are one). You are guided by the source. Do not be bandied about by the waves of life or you will crash onto the rocks of doubt. Daily, reaffirm your connection with spirit. Renew yourself on the new moment and release the fetters of yesterday to their rightful home . . . yesterday. Weave your web to attract that which you desire . . . then seize it. A witch need not hunt when he or she can attract. If you fall down . . . move what tripped you, get up, dust yourself off, and above all, don't give up walking. In chaotic times, seek the eye of the storm, poise yourself there, and find the wisdom in the stillness. Give thanks for all opportunities to grow.

Though I hear witchery referred to as a religion by the modern movement, this is not how the traditional witches originally described it to me. They described it more as a philosophy, a way of life, and even a set of techniques to make visible changes through working invisible means and by direct encounter and exchange.

They felt that perhaps religion had lost many of its original virtues and people would become more and more called to paths such as witchery because they sought a direct relationship with spirit that invited self-exploration and self-creation.

The “Urantia Book” states that there are over ten million planets with Extraterrestrial life in our Universe. My Beloved Readers, please realize that there are infinite numbers of Universes in GOD’s infinite body. Archangels Michael and Faith and their Legions of Light are a couple of our great Guardians in this Cosmic Battle of Armageddon. We have all heard of the Orion wars and other galactic battles. The Star Wars movies are actually based in part on a true story in our galaxy’s history.

As Orion disappears to the west in March, Scorpius is rising in the east: Orion was killed by a scorpion, a punishment for boasting there was no living creature who could conquer him, and the scorpion still chases him across the night sky.

occupied the changer,

Robert Hooke was a member of another which had used the mails to go intercontinental—the British Royal Society. Hooke picked up on Galileo’s innovations, built his own telescope, used it to discover a new star in Orion and to sketch the planet Mars, then turned it on its head, transforming it into a microscope with which he could examine the invisible intricacies of snowflakes, mosquitoes, feathers, and fungi. He hit the jackpot when he pointed his lenses at a slice of cork, for here he spotted what he described in his best-selling book Micrographia as “the first microscopical pores I ever saw.” Because they reminded him of the chambers in which monks slept, Hooke called these microrooms cells.

Barbarism, the gift that keeps on giving,

Orion’s Belt

A group of Sphinxes plucked books off of the shelves and lay down in the grass, looking enraptured while Orion murmured to me that their kind could step right into the pages of a story. They didn’t just see it in their head, they lived every word, the whole thing playing out in their minds as if they were the main character, and that sounded pretty awesome. It must have been incredible to experience your favourite books first hand, to fall so deeply between the pages that it seemed as if those worlds really existed.

I ripped a book off of the shelf behind me and threw it at Orion’s head. “Run, Darcy!” I gasped, throwing another book at him. “He’s lost his fucking mind!” “What?” she breathed, taking a step closer in spite of my instructions. “He’s had a brain transplant with Washer, but decided to go full on gropey in his creepy ass Professor Pervert role!

As the dusk is settling in, I’m reminded that my nights can sometimes feel unbearably lonely. The only visitors I have are the characters I read to life in the books that sit on my bedside table. I’m still getting used to the quiet. But I just know that future-me will look back and envy this stillness. So I’m trying to take it all in without sounding too selfish.

Incredible! They’re like balloons! All they can do is fly up,” said Orion. “Stop observing us and start helping us!” I yelled. “Oh, right, right,” said Cole. “Do we have any rope or lead to tie them down?” “Ah, then they’ll really be like balloons,” said Orion. “Stop talking about balloons and start doing something!” yelled a panicked Devlin.

I’m afraid Highspell had some of your other ones burned,” I said with a frown and I immediately regretted saying that as Orion looked like I’d just told him I’d murdered his puppy. “Burned them?” he rasped and I nodded, offering him an apologetic look as he hugged the bag of books to his chest like he didn’t want them to hear what had happened to their friends.

I cursed, raising my hand and hating myself as I cast ice across her arms and hands, a freezing, biting cold cutting into her. Pain flared in her eyes and Orion shot forward with the book, taking her hand and pressing it to the page. I watched in agony as the seconds ticked by, but suddenly the text unmasked itself, visible to us all.

This is it,” Orion breathed and we turned to read the words as he held out the book. A spell was laid out to strip the newly acquired Elements from King, the answer right there before us. We needed Vampire blood to pull it off as part of a potion which Ryder immediately started writing down the ingredients to. To speed the process up, a Vampire could feed on the vessel once the Elements had been stripped away while the spell was being chanted to draw the stolen magic out of them faster, but it wasn’t necessary. But if a Vampire didn’t do that then it would take a lot longer to rip the stolen magic out of the host and that would give King more time to fight back. One glance at Elise told me she was fully planning to drain every last drop of stolen power out of King the moment she could and I swallowed down the fear that sparked in me. “There’s a warning here,” Orion said gravely, pointing to a small footnote at the base of the page. “It says that though a Vampire can drain the stolen power faster, they must act quickly to release it into the sky where it belongs. If not, the power will work to corrupt them, feeding into their bloodlust and making a demon out of them.” “We shouldn’t risk it,” I said, reaching for Elise’s hand. “We can just contain King and use the spell to force the magic out of them without you draining it.” “And what if that takes too long?” Elise demanded. “Our girl won’t be corrupted by the power,” Leon said confidently, reaching out to brush his fingers through her hair. “I just have to release it the moment I steal it. Simple,” she agreed but as I cast a look at Orion he didn’t seem at all convinced. “Dark magic lures you in unlike anything you could possibly understand without having experienced it,” he warned. “I’d think very carefully about doing this before you charge in and attempt it.” “Okay,” Elise agreed, raising her hands in surrender. “I won’t bite the fucker to drain them unless everything starts going to shit and I don’t have any other choice.” “I think that’s for the best, bella,” Dante agreed.

If we strip away our societal constructs, and the imperatives that come from our lifespans and biological realities, we find that we all share the same core attribute: we’re human. Now, what does that mean? M. D. Cooper Danvers 2019

That’s the problem, Fina, don’t you see?” he implored. “You wall yourself off because you want to believe in people like I do; but your suspicion of everyone and everything…

That’s the problem, Fina, don’t you see?” he implored. “You wall yourself off because you want to believe in people like I do; but your suspicion of everyone and everything…it limits you, and you fear the letdown of your hopes being dashed, so you just dash them all in advance.

So what else did you find?” she asked and he smiled sadly, looking back to the book. “Well, once I gave up on examining this page, I decided to go back to the spell King has been using for their sacrifices.” He flipped through the pages then paused on one with the image of the four Elemental triangles surrounded by symbols which were impossible to read. “The answer to undoing King’s power is here.” Orion pointed to a piece of text at the bottom of the page which had always been undecipherable regardless of the spyglass. “But…” He sighed. “It requires a sacrifice to read it.” “No one’s giving blood,” I said immediately. That thing could take a piece of someone’s soul if we gave it the chance, and I was not risking that with anyone in this room. “No, it’s not blood it wants,” Orion said, but his eyes were still dark. “It’s the pain of a woman suffering under the power of the four Elements. I used a couple of dark spells to reveal that much, but I couldn’t go any further.” “That’s horrifically specific,” Leon muttered. “I’ll do it,” Elise said simply, getting to her feet. “No,” I snapped the same time as Leon and Dante did. “It’s not an option,” Elise snarled. “I’ll do anything to defeat King, and I’ve faced far worse pain in my life. This will be a small sacrifice to make.” She looked me in the eyes, willing me to back down, but how could I? I couldn’t cast my power against her. I wouldn’t.

Claire. - Venus hung low on the Atlantic horizon of a dawn sky. Continuing to shine brightly, her watery reflection lit up a path on the sea across the bay to where Claire stood on the patio. The shining goddess was the last thing she remembered seeing through the bedroom window, before succumbing to sleep. She was high in the night sky then, the brightest of all heavenly bodies, casting an apparent examination of what was euphemistically known as Orion’s ‘sword’.

In rehearsing for the screen test, I realized that I couldn’t see the cue cards. I’ve worn glasses to see far away since I was twenty-one, but I only need them for a few activities, like going to the movies, finding Orion’s belt, and reading cue cards. So I went to the doctor and got my first pair of contact lenses. The day of the screen test I spent about twenty-five minutes nervously trying to get the lenses onto my eyeballs. Right up until camera time, I was sweaty and green from having to touch my own eyeballs like that. If you’ve never had to do it, I’d say it’s not quite as quease-making as when you lose your tampon string, but equally queasish to a self–breast exam. If you are male, I would liken it to touching your own eyeball, and thank you for buying this book.

As the adrenaline of battle mode drained from Orion, fierce desire reappeared. Why didn’t all these hissing females go off and hunt for mice? His plan had been sex first, explanations afterwards.

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Tell Don Orione to have patience, patience, patience, for it is with patience that miracles are worked." From that day, one of the special works of this saintly priest and his followers has been the help and support of priests in trouble. They do not preach to them, or attempt any rational arguments. They simply try to win them back by showing them Christian charity.

Yes, yes, I know, Harry; but to think how little we knew, or thought, or felt — going on in our own way when you were in such danger and suffering!’ ‘Wasn’t I very glad you were going on in your own way!’ said Harry. ‘Why, Mary, it was that which did it — it has been always that thought of you at the Minster every day, that kept me to reading the Psalms, and so having the book about me. And did not it do one good to lie and think of the snug room, and my father’s spectacles, and all as usual? When they used to lay me on the deck of the Dexter at night, because I could not breathe below, I used to watch old Orion, who was my great friend in the Loyalty Isles, and wish the heathen name had not stuck to the old fellow, he always seemed so like the Christian warrior, climbing up with his shield before him and his. A home like this is a shield to a man in more ways than one, Mary. Hollo, was that the street door?

In this Choose Your Own Story book, you make the decisions, and you get to go to Wendigo’s Academy for young witches and wizards. If you have always dreamed of receiving an invitation for a mysterious school of witchcraft and wizardry, this book is your dream come true. Your decisions will influence the house that you are sorted into and the friends you make. If you’re smart enough and brave enough, you can save the school, and maybe the world. Or maybe you’ll decide to join the other side and rise to power in the shadow of evil. Or forget all that serious stuff and prove your skills on a broom. The important thing is that in this book, it’s all up to you. There are 53 endings to choose from and hundreds of stories to tell! Wendigo’s Wizarding Academy is the premiere school of wizardry in North America. Nestled in the Rocky Mountains, the crooked, old castle is only accessible by airship. The ancient school has three houses named after the mythological creatures that live in and around the castle: the free-spirited Satyrs, the loving Unicorns, and the prodigious Jackalopes. It’s magic-soaked halls are full of adventure and treasures to find. Students can always be seen on the fields outside, playing Zithur, the school’s favourite game. To play it, one needs three teams, a full set of broomsticks, a winged toad, four flying ferrets and one mysterious golden box, called the Zithur. READ IT NOW! Get a free Choose Your Own Story book by signing up here! To get the latest news about when my next book comes out, free stories, and

The people setting out on these walks weren’t seeking to conquer peaks or test themselves against maps and miles. They were looking for a mystical communion with the land; they walked backwards in time to an imagined past suffused with magical, native glamour: to Merrie England, or to pre-historic England, pre-industrial visions that offered solace and safety to sorely troubled minds. For though railways and roads and a burgeoning market in countryside books had contributed to this movement, at heart it had grown out of the trauma of the Great War, and was flourishing in fear of the next. The critic Jed Esty has described this pastoral craze as one element in a wider movement of national cultural salvage in these years; it was a response to economic disaster, a contracting Empire and totalitarian threats from abroad. It was a movement that celebrated ancient sites and folk traditions. It delighted in Shakespeare and Chaucer, in Druids, in Arthurian legend. It believed that something essential about the nation had been lost and could be returned, if only in the imagination. White, caught up in this conservative, antiquarian mood, walked with his hawk and wrote of ghosts, of starry Orion naked and resplendent in the English sky, of all the imaginary lines men and time had drawn upon the landscape. By the fire, his hawk by his side, he brooded on the fate of nations.

were barely even relevant to dark magic when this kind of power was in use,” Tory said suddenly, snapping the Book of Ether shut. “I don’t get it. Orion used blood and bone magic, but he mostly used the shadows whenever I saw him wielding the dark powers. How could something so prevalent now have been so irrelevant back then?” “Maybe they hadn’t figured out how to use the shadows when these books were written?” I suggested, closing the air book too. “If there was no mention of them at all then I’d believe that, but they do come up from time to time, in a way that is practically dismissive. There was one line…” She started hunting through the loose notes littering the floor around us before snatching one out triumphantly and holding it up for me to take. I read the copied sentence with a frown as I tried to understand its meaning. Shadows are powerful in their own right, but they are of another realm and are the magic of Unemph, so are wielded best by their kind alone.