Good Friday

I’m deciding to write today for a number of reasons. I need time for stillness and time for processing what is occuring in my inner ecology. I’m making a decision to let awakening play a larger part in my day to day life – I can no longer pretend it’s just another thing, fuck you postmodernists. Lastly, I simply desire to write and I can’t just expect great things to pop up without practicing.

Good Friday is occuring whether we like it to or not. It’s raining, with flash flood warnings and a chance of my daughter joining us in our bed because of the loud thunder and bright, scary lightening.

Jesus is such a sore topic of our culture. Rapt in racism. Boxed in by scientism. Transcended by New Age thought. (White, American, or western, Christians, or only a generation or two removed -aetheists, essentially Christians in reality) think they have left superstition behind. Think intellectual enlightenment explains away the miracles of Christ and the transcendence of the Grave. In effect, if they knew what Christ knew they’d be tearing the tabernacle of American, western society to the ground. There is nothing of value in scientism. Save helping us live longer. And then, it’s to just eat more Cheetos in the meantime. What’s the value in being alive just to spend $$. That’s not a question. There is no value. You’re not wresting your value from the capitalists.

This is all a bit harsh but it’s the reality we live in. I don’t see any value in Western socieity. It’s all a bit bland and everyone – everyone – is being taken advantage of. Why would a Billionaire want us to wake up to the truth. That this is all for their insecurity, for their greed? That just because they can they’re going to TAKE more from us!

Well anyways, times up. That’s all I’ve got for today. Off to live my life. I do hope to continue putting more complete thoughts together, making something worth following.

Time-Binding Semantic Circuit

My brain is fried. I can’t go about my job. My ego and my reality are fried. I instinctively want to be the best but I know this is a lie – I should want to get through my day. Bind myself in time.

Who do I bind in time? I’ve gone through so much iteration. I run away from myself, from the alcoholic. I’m having cravings again. I seek to bind myself but not this myself. I’m lost.

There’s a better version of me out there. I know it. Byrd shows me and tells me constantly. Why can’t I latch onto it. It’s like butter melting through my hands. I know I can just grasp it but I want to make sure, sure.

The grasping at this is asinine. Foolish. I’ll die before I know who I am and I’ve known who I am the entire time. From before I was born I knew who I was. I need a Cosmological Binding: from Magia.

Which part of myself is bindable?
Which part of myself is safe?
When I bind I exclude;
What if I bind unsafely?
What if I bind…him!?
Tears for my un-binding.
Tears fall and I don’t bind.
Tell my kids I’m sorry.

Should I quit should I give up?
Should I throw in the towel
Well kids, things weren’t how I thought they were.
Things weren’t to my benefit afterall.
I gave up because I couldn’t be the best.

Mom, Mom you put me here.
Insisted I be the best.
For my own good, I know.
But I can’t shake the knowledge.

I’m the best.

Succubus of a stubborn Sagitarrius.

I bind thee, Sagitarrius.
I bind thee and thy positive properties,
The ones you cannot see.

The ones you refuse to see.
As you feel they’d be your demise.
I bind you.

In the name of Magia, you are bound.

Time, semantic bound,
The Sagittarius,
Bold adventurer & philosopher
Something special yet visitable
By all inhabitants of your island.

Your Philosophy accessable to all people,
This is what makes your Work Great.
Magick for all!
Every man woman and child a star.
We know this so.

We know this so.