The earth is a theatre of flux, a fast-paced short-term opportunity. It is a proving ground for eternal spirits to improve their station or for dark spirits to redeem themselves. It is a marketplace casino where souls are captured from the unwitting by greedy spirits interested only in self-empowerment at any cost.
[[One look at Nick in his habitat]]
One look at Nick in his habitat and it is immediately obvious that you are not dealing with a creature who spends much time in this world. His flagrant disregard for the material world is evident by the squalid disrepair of his home “office.”
[[Anus]]
(The Washer that holds Everything together)
God is Love
Merciful, omniscient
The universe is chaos
Controlled
What we see is the blink
Of an eye
There are powers beyond
Anything
We can imagine
And beyond that
Lies greater still
Precariously we rest
Mere feathers’ floating
Spores
So, we have ourselves
A short time
Not a long time
Just enough
To make up our minds
[[Arcane/dichotomy/scenes/Nick and Drugs|Nick and Drugs]]
A son named Halal
The deception
Of perception
Pining for
An imaginary
Love
Neurotic transference
Of desire
Projected to one
Other than the true
[[Arcane/Character Development/characters/Khan|Khan]]
The god’s last huff
His candle flickers
Just light and life enough
Death nearing, snickers
Enjoying the growths, the full-bodied season
Fulfilling of oaths and the results of reason
Death’s icy-cold claws
Caress the wind first …
[[Arcane/dichotomy/scenes/REMOVE THE BLOCKAGES THAT WE PLACE ON OURSELVES|REMOVE THE BLOCKAGES THAT WE PLACE ON OURSELVES]]
Interesting molecules.
Sentences not often formed,
Or commonly uttered.
Funerals I didn’t attend,
Ceremonies intentionally missed.
A compendium of things found, lost
By an esoteric orientalist.
Encephalomalacia –
A softening of the brain,
An idée-fixe.
I want to be a student, but I can’t
I want to be a cop, but I won’t
I want to be a priest, but I couldn’t
I want to be a mystic, and I am.
[[Placebo]]
I can’t smell skunk without the insistence of mind that SOMEWHERE SOMEONE BURNS copious amounts of the finest WEED in a balefire to which [sigh] I’ve not been INVITED.
[[HE HAS ME]]
An anchor to a memory
Of a spot in
When I was contentedly lost.
Alone in an artificial bliss,
I remember the hum of the engine
Solid and smoothly
Transporting me
Nowhere, fast.
Tracing the history of humanity, prehistory (what happened before writing? If it isn’t on paper, that bit), Mesopotamia, China, Africa, Caribbean, Atlantis, Shangri-La, Lemuria, El Dorado, Valhalla. Landing Zones for EARTH COLONY (God knows how long ago…)—spiritual technologies abused, entered the last Ice Age, and only remnants remain of Past Civ. But challenging traditional views…
[[(a) Dungeon of The Mind – Mike G File]]
Kensington Market = Diagon Alley – a transport to another world within a city, a closet to an alien land. The surreal cloaked in the mundane.
[[Empires – Tracing history of humanity]]