Lynx
Must give a plug to one of my main hombres
not to mention, I’ve never linked to my other hombre
In the Aftermath of Afterglow
In the Aftermath of Afterglow
by Casey Sheldon
The twilight of misfortune is a beautiful thing
The wisdom of pain it silently brings
The knowledge of sorrow
Can’t understand all
But fields that are fallow
Do need rain to fall
And yet we resist change whenever it calls us
We focus on self, whatever befalls us
The ego: it must die
And leave in its wake
The knowledge of spirit
That no one can take
Randomness
“For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf. And the strength of the Wolf is the Pack†– Rudyard Kipling
“In stating that that the isolated student could now be his own initiator, one important phrase is rendered imperative. And that is he must be persistent and as thoroughgoing and exacting as if he were an initiator in a regularly constituted Golden Dawn temple under the constant scrutiny of officialdom and higher adept authorities. The responsibility for progress is thus placed inexorably on the student or candidate himself.”
–Israel Regardie, The Complete Golden Dawn System of Magic, page 9
“The balanced mind is naturally chaotic or lawful,
but is still willing to impose its opposite upon itself
so as to balance itself
Blessed are they who
believe & HAVE NOT seen,
For passion burns in them,
fueling Justice which builds Idealism,
causing Rebirth into an Altruist;
Honor brings us all together,
Service sets us all apart.”
- Casey Sheldon
Bat
Time yields swiftly to the entropic edge of its continuum… moving ever closer, I do not fear, and yet cannot help my awe and wonder.
A small frame warms my pillow as I walk into my room… My little joys are more frequent and resplendant in their small ways. Her head isn’t big enough for her ears, and yet that is probably the most interesting thing that the cursory glance might yield. A more thorough inspection reveals that much may be learned about life through her feline microcosm. She is both black and white, much like polarities of paradoxical duality that seem to exist in our universe. And yet the black and white are both but cat hair, thereby affirming the essential unity of the cosmos. And then I return to the Place.
In any case she is my cat, and I am happy to have her…
She IS the Divine Bat-Cat, Battila the Hun-ette, the Batticus, Devourer of Shoe-Laces and Power-Cords, Destroyer of Toilet Paper Rolls, and She Who Defecates Upon My Clean Pants Occasionally, and possibly even the Love-Child of Batman and Cat-woman! May Her Mighty Attributes EVER Be Proclaimed and Known Among the People! So let it be written, so let it be done! And don’t forget about her REALLY fuckin’ badass ears!!!!!!!!!!! ALL HAIL BAT!!!! {who is a cat, not a bat}
May the Forces of Evil become confused on the way to your House!
{and be destroyed by the flatulence of Batcat!}
