I laid down,with my unicursal casting, vial of potion, and runes hung around my neck. A women lying close by in a playa camp. She cast her eyes at me and asked me, what are you wearing around your neck. I replied, "The unicursal casting is a symbol of my Love to my guardian angel. The potion is a magick spell meant to make any wish come true, and the runes are as I am... Hagalz, Aiwass, Mannaz, Ansuz, Fehu". She snaked closer as I spoke, "I am a Magician, I conjure the forces of Magcik for the benefit of all sentient beings." The desert heat was overpowering, blinding, he said to himself, "I don't know what it all means, but thats not all that it means. " And it was at that point that the vision went white.