Lost in the Moment III

It was 11:11. 

There was no sound. No wind. No whispers.

The night was as silent as the moss on the stone altar. 

And we were lost in the Magick. Pure and untamed 

Little shooting stars, lost in the galaxy.  

To Those Who Beckons

Thou that continued to lure and tease me to this vortex, I acknowledge thee in thine pure and untamed energy, although one shall stay on the precipice and venture no further….

For one doth knows that to do the deed is to forsake undoing the reciprocal need

…and there shall never be a need more desperate, more demanding, than that of thee….

Mask

“Virtue has a veil, Vice a mask”

Good Tales

I am just a sucker for good tales. Camp fire stories that grips one mind and fantasy as tight as a gallows’ nose. 

Once in a full moon ago, such a gripping story actually manifested itself into a beautiful nocturnal hunt, full of twisting run and otherworldly critters.

All hail the great story tellers. The magician of the unseen aether.

Tweaking II

How does it feel to always be excluded from the current, the ongoing? 

Does it help to intensify the groundswell of misanthropy that one has over the years?

Is it effective in alienating the one from his or her other personalities?

Would there be enough of a psychological split to mould an effective operator for the order of the dark light and the atavistic revelations, to manifest itself in this realm?

So many questions, so little time to answer..

Tweaking III

Tweaking

....."It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.".....

Blue

Don’t fall, my love. 

Just drown, in the graceful blue, that is you. 

Ripe City

The city was ripe for change and cleansing. One knows these things from experience. 

It is the smell of blood in the rain. A grand entrance to the city’s purge

Behold II

For a fourth night one thought it will all be over, but it didn’t, and the four horsemen ride on….

Shemamforash