Friday, September 22, 2017

The skank had to get a hepatitis-A vaccine because she was a restaurant worker, and the troll thought it’d be a good idea if he got one, too, just to be on the safe side…


The hep-A epidemic was hitting areas hard along the coast that had a large homeless population. The troll thought it was reminiscent of the dark ages…


He considered himself lucky that he hadn’t contracted HIV during the time he was geezing with shared needles on the street. Much of the credit goes to the skank who watched him like a guard dog when he cleaned up…


Sometimes he felt an urge to pop a bag but usually bought himself a can of beer instead and let the jones fade. Running around at the behest of bad smack was something he did not want to sign up for…



And the shit on the street was bad. Bad junk and bad shitty streets were giving a lot of people bad days and bad nights 24/7. He could do without it…


Now, when he came home from riding the bus or trolley, or just hanging out downtown, he’d scrub himself in the shower as if he’d traveled over radioactive ground...


The thing was, he already had a hepatitis virus running through him. It was hep-C. He’d probably gotten it off a shared needle. He’s had it for fifteen years and it doesn’t seem to be doing him any harm. At least not on the surface. But they say it can spring on you any time…


He heard there’s a cure for it now and had thought of looking into it but didn’t feel any rush to do it…


But the hep-A outbreak was different. People were dropping. Most of them were homeless and probably had other health issues as well…


The bug is everywhere. It’s on raw shit lying in the street, on hands, rails, doorknobs, shoe leather. It’s in the snot bubbling out of the wino’s nostril; saturated in the gob of slime smeared on the sidewalk; the bug crawls on the dollar bill and loose change you got back for your morning latte…


“Jesus Christ,” he said. “There’s a lot of shit happening all over the fucking place. Earthquakes, threats of nuclear war, insane weather, killer bugs roaming the streets. Shit!”…


“Are we having fun yet?” said the skank…


“And what about Trump barking like a dog?” said the troll. “Fat Kim calling him a doddering old man who speaks nonsense. What’s up with that?”…


“Don’t you know?” said the skank…


“The warlock says they’re going to clash,” said the troll…


“Looks that way,” said the skank. “But let’s not talk about it. It gives me the willies.”…


The troll poured himself some coffee and thought getting a hep-A vaccine is probably a good idea…


Thursday, September 21, 2017

It was the coolest day in weeks. It was a day for coats and sweaters. Fall would be dropping by tomorrow…


They were getting ready for the equinox. Unlike most occultists, they did not tie themselves to ritual in a strict manner. Ritual to them was all actions consciously delivered. What they had planned was simple. They would celebrate with their sativa plants in the field. They were nearly ready for harvest…


“Satanists are human, all too human,” said the warlock…


More than they know, thought the shaman. Satan, to him, was nothing more than the spirit that animates the human body, the one that shares its existence with the soul. Without the tempering soul, the animal-spirit becomes animalistic in its behavior, a state of being even a Satanist would shun…


It takes the soul and this other lower spirit to create an embodied Satanist, or a human being as we know it. The concept of the devil could not exist without one or the other spiritual component…


“So Satanists are basically worshiping themselves,” said the magician…


“A part of themselves,” said the shaman. “The animal-spirit that resides in the beast, the avatar.”…


“So the devil is not leading us astray as preachers would have us believe,” said the warlock. "They're just passing the buck."...


“If the devil is anything at all, he’s a metaphor; and if doing wrong leads us astray, it’s only from the status quo, the collective god; as well as the self we are destined to become, postponing our true course. This thing you call evil can sometimes be an irresistible itch in some people. A drug they can’t resist.”…


They were aware of black magicians who consciously work to darken their soul, endeavoring to enter into the lower vibration planes of the afterlife, where they will hobnob with entities of like mind. It is in the spirit where they feel lies the true power...


“But just as there are guides in the higher realms, so in the lower realms as well,” said the witch. “These masters know evil, yet may not be evil themselves. It is a call of duty, if you will, where they hope to edify those who are in their care, give understanding about their condition, the consequences of their behavior.”…


“It is not hell as you would think,” said the shaman. “Hell is a place you never leave. These lower realms can be left, for realms even lower, or those that they shunned while exploring the ways of the devil.”…


In the long run all things converge, thought the witch. All bliss and all misery become one, transcend each other. Peace prevails…


But getting there is a grind, she thought. Doing the life exercises seems endless, and being trapped in a meat suit only serves to add confusion where vital and eternal truths are camouflaged from our limited, waking consciousness...