A rambling Poem:
The ordeals and my very own personal mortality guard.
So as time would have it things have improved remarkably insofar as these perceived ordeals are concerned. The boogey man has proved to be nothing more than a protective lap dog with large teeth and a network of little doggie friends that extend into the nether reaches of creation - this was the point. It was an unwillingness to confront the awesome potential that seats itself in the Northwest cerebellum. I ran ... with an army of bewildered animal companions in hot pursuit shitting and crapping and chewing everything they came across. As i looked at their destructive capabilities i ran into a solid steel lightpost which rose so high in the sky it seemed to support the Universe. It left a rather nasty scar on my left forehead. But it got me thinking that i should always look where the hell i'm going.
It's all downhill from here as i realize that iam appointed to round up all these little confused shit disturbers and show them the proper place to defecate and how to share the little dogggie treats rather than hoard them. It's no easy task and i'm still a little uncertain how this is gonna pan out but i have an enormous light post to make sure my message is seen as well as a network of sleeping shit kickers to randomly shit, chew and cause general mayhem as a treat for the non-compliant...
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Reflecting, the Temple of Thelema has been very helpful in allowing me to go orbital with my thinking... I've another forum which is a little less rigid in terms of doctrinal certainty. I really don't care for partisan or protocol laden religiosity no matter who delivered it. I'm concerned with kindness and compassion not robotic, emotionless spiritual incantations... But whatever works for you. Mr. Fezz a very special thank you for you kindness and Fr. Aster Lux, keep shining... I will check in every now and again to see how things are brewing.
And so begins the next ordeal, i wish you all LOVE in life.