O great Poet of Magick, Ted Hughes, today I celebrate the anniversary of your birth. I thank you for your continuing inspiration every time I hold a feathered pen in my hand.

I met you two days after your physical body died. You visited me in a spirit seance. At the time, I had never even heard of you. Still, you decided to make your illustrious presence known. You sent me some remarkable poems via the Astral Plane. Of course, you being a Leo and all, you made certain there were witnesses present, so I could assure myself that our interaction was not a delusion.

A couple of years after we met on the spiritual plane, I saw a picture of you, and discovered that you had been the husband of Sylvia Plath. It was definitely you whom I had seen that fateful night. I suppose I should note that the date of our original meeting was October 31st, 1998. Hardly three days since you had passed away.

Unbeknownst to me, was your very serious knowledge and initiatic understanding of the sacred Tarot, a mutual passion we shared.

I am glad to have the ability to read your poems through the filter of Magick, knowing the depth of your words. I have been writing a book filled with the Qabalistic and Tarot symbolism found in your works, and will publish it soon. That being said, dear Ted, I wish you peace, and the knowledge that your words continue to guide myself and others, toward an understanding and appreciation of the Great Work apparent in the divinity of Nature.

Just now, a lonely dog howls as the sun sets in the West. A song I’m sure you know by heart. ~V~