Hmm. There are ancient Earth legends about wizards and their familiars. –Familiars? –Demons in animal forms sent by Satan to serve the wizard. –Superstition. –I do not create the legend, Captain. I merely report it.
This is a night of true magick. Halloween is the night we discover who we are. Are we people who make zombie armies? Are we those who condemn others? Are we beautiful children in resplendent costumes collecting candy? Are our choices in costumes provocative? Do we dress up as our ideal self? Or are we not ready to decide what to be? Do you see it now? We use this one enchanted night to perform the greatest feat of magick there is. We become ourselves. Halloween is the true magick. It is the night we discover who we really are.
All ye of magickal disciplines, the curtain to the Netherworld is threadbare. The Veil need not be lifted. On this night we need only to peer through it. We all enter this circle, harness this Samhain, and may their magick be true. Welcome to the Brimstone Assembly!