Documentation of the Essential Shamanic Rebirth
Reconstructed Scraps of the Siren City Journals
Shriekings, Whisperings, And Musings from the White Rooms
Further Recollections and Reflections on the Metaphysical Rebirth
BELTANE 2008. 8th. 2008. Thursdei?
I have been given back a power. To Sei It differentlee I hav been given bak a part of my sol, one of thee most poerful parts that are. I believe that this morning in thee tent citee I waz touched by SHVA, who is eager to enter me, eager to use my body to set loose hir werkings in this werld. I know that this poer is a part of mei, I have felt it, ussed it, oc-cupid it beefor, but then was too soon, in that time, something evil inter feared, the NTHNGBST that disgusting wretched wreck of parasites (like thee oogie boogie man in Nightmare Befor Cristmass) anyway, the NTHNGBST slivered into my blossoming, corrupted one of my greatst poers, twistd it into my DEMI(SE), my half self, my withring destructun.
more and more I have glimpsed this poer, stance, this wepN, I em awakning into it, blossming into it, taking it back, entring it, as you can see the adjustment has caused much changs one of thm being that i m unable to spel lik b4. a neu speek emerg, a majik speek, cryptic voice, both neu nd ancient, a learning experience.
the key is not too obsess. the key is found in Zen. The Kei is not a Key, is not a Kee, is a KE, is not a knot, a fist untied, here i stand, I have denied the machine the pleasure of corrupting my flesh, and I am wealthier then any illusion the p0rn-0 princes possibly could have given mei.
I used sorcery to blossom into this state, or rather, I catalysed the blossoming, but night will come thankfullee and i will close, rest.
Amung other things, Ferocity has returned to destroy weakness, Shei is a wolf princess who must turn her eyes away when thee "Logging truck" pass, otherwise Shei will fly into a rage, thus Ie have glimpsed thee Jihad of the Wolf today, a movemnt uf spearit which refuses to be quiet (much longer??). This writing iss heir compromise, but only if it is printed and spread everywhere: [[ever-Were ever-Wyrd ever-wierd]]].
hunger is true hungR, speek is tru speak, life is tru life, death is tru death.
I have transcended many of my final obstakles, I have entered a new body. I am a sorceress, tho i still have much to Lern.
Once upon a Withermoon
once upon a withermoon, I filled a tower cursed with smoke / as eternal winter played a tune upon my spine yes / ragtime and hex dust / must call the lust gods/ juggling souls and heart holes / this is how she lost control /
I saw the demon Ragnarok slither through my temple gates devouring my Saviors, savouring my soul
Once upon a whores moon/ i fell into a maze of runes / soon the sacred Sigils withered / demons slithered / slender devils came to kill to break my will / through acres of icons, haunted hexes / Next comes the guant sloth, sanguine eyes, eating my tears when I cry the sun dies / my soul is lost in killing fields / oh poor child kneel to God / ((he doesnt hear you )) //
fear fear the hungry nothing beast. fear fear the hungry nothing beast.
Once upon a chaos crime I danced with the Wine Lord spitting spells prancing round the rim of hells well / snow falls the nothing beast is calling, is coming!! / the drumming has ended / send me away its too late / the fates decided you would die, only God knows why and he spits on you as you cry lying in the excrement bent into a slave. a slave to the nothing beast, a feast, a feast a feast for the nothing beast!
enemy, misery, hear me you had your time / playing a tune of torture on my spine, for nine months like a moth in a candle burning and dying over and over and OVER // NO NO NO NO more crying no more crawling, / I ran into the rain , waged war on pain I am drunk drunk on the blood of the Nothing beast,
I FEAST I FEAST I FEAST ON THE NOTHING BEAST I FEAST I FEAST I FEAST ON THE NOTHING BEAST
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