Self is one of those indefinable things that we search for. Who are we? What is our place in the world, our role in the tribe? It all comes down to self. The realization that we are different than those around us, and are looking to connect to what we truly are, is the impetus for our inner journey.
We place great attention and care in the development of who we are as individual people. Many students of other traditions would find this jarring. Hell, many students of our own tradition do. We put more effort into bringing ourselves into alignment with the divine and the land and each other, than we do in learning things like the elements, or the deities. But really, how hard is it to understand that everything in the universe is made up of these four elements, and the fifth is what we call upon to alter that very mutable reality? Who we are is more important than all of that. Being right within your self, meaning right action, and right thought, is the entire point of the exercise of magick. And tribal magick in particular.
Don't get me wrong, it can be fucking great to hear the whispers of the wind, the language of the crows. To feel in the most tactile way possible the song of the trees, and the moon. Or just the simple knowledge that you have helped a friend with your craft. But in many, many ways, these are just the side effects. The real Mystery is what it does TO YOU. How you change utterly and irrevocably in the face of the beauty that you find waiting in the darkest corner of your own heart. That, my people, is fucking magick, and it's a damned magnificent thing.