Why You Shouldn’t Share

Once upon a time, it was transgressive to socialize via the World Wide Web. But much to the chagrin of our Baby Boomer overlords, Internet culture has gone mainstream. And with it going mainstream, all of the horrors of the actual world have slowly begun to seep into the bloodstream of the medium like sepsis poisoning the body from the inside out.

Further Thoughts on Xenia (Abridged)

Left-Hand Path practitioners can use the Hellenistic idea of Xenia (guest-friendship) to practice being a good LBM (Lesser Black Magic) “uke.” An uke (受け), in martial arts, is the person who “receives” a technique. An uke typically partners with an opponent. The action of uke is called “taking ukemi (受け身).” Literally translated as “receiving body”,…

Magical Lies: Reflecting on the Tough Questions—an NLP Belief Exercise

Below are my personal reflections on a series of questions given to me in a course I’m taking to increase my competency in the field of Neurolinguistic Programming. I had a fantastic time answering these. Feel free to answer them for yourself! You might be surprised what you discover about your style of thinking and…

Alxemy

Yesterday, I made use of the Fool’s energy, by harkening back to my first foolish adventure on April 1st, 2005. Without that night, I wouldn’t be who I am today. The Remanifestation of that Fool into the present sent me on a wonderful and strange journey over the weekend. Friday, I did recon on the…

Somnambulist

I went walking on a whim late last night by mySelf. Part of downtown Tucson is incredibly dark and lifeless. I walked past a few sketchy, notably drunk individuals. “Hi,” one said. Keep walking. The other side of downtown was hopping like it was Friday night. There was a huge line at 191 Toole to…

A Martian on Mars

There’s something to be said about feeling “foreign.” I will always be a foreigner. It’s part of the experience of human existence to feel like a stranger in a strange land. I’m a Martian wherever I go. Even on Mars.

The One

My earliest memories hover around when I first experienced Self-awareness. Like a cloudy dream, I remember sitting on the floor in my parents’ kitchen with a gallon of milk. I needed two hands to lift the milk out of the refrigerator. It was heavy. I put a cup down on the floor and tried lifting…

Poisonous Please

Sweet snowy rain I hear you rumble– Breathe upon me Until the moon has failed And shattered every heaven Out of itself, out of herSelf Until the moon has failed And the fires of Her bleeding stop. Covered fully, still covered An eyeless wingless winged angel weeps No process, devouring every clock. I tear away…