the Night

"Why would you write such a thing?" you ask and "What does it even mean?" Some things are better left unknown  and better yet,unseen.

I have spent much time in libraries. I am an aficionado of old tomes.I appreciate a book that has been in the hands of some other human, experienced their essence and possibly even contains remnants of their existence in the form of notes, scrawls and the like. Even inscriptions in the blank first pages can be exciting,intriguing and informative. A brief insight into other lives lived.Loves longed for or lost. I enjoy perusing thrift shops and used book stores and the like looking for any treasures of times past. I have been known to give used books as gifts as well as adding them to my own library. It was upon one such excursion to a small used book store sandwiched in between a lumber yard and a laundromat in an out of the way village in rural Pennsylvania that I came upon a tome entitled From Ritual to Romance by Jessie L. Weston. Being an account of the Holy Grail I was enticed into purchasing it and when I got it home and sat down to examine it I found this inscription on the insi

Being my insight into the Magicking and Mystical. My vision of the Alchemical symbols, runes and oghams and ritual practices of the Nordic,Celtic,Slavic and Dietsch peoples of my ancestry A grimoire on esoteric practices. We start with the runes. I follow the Elder Futhark as laid down by those who introduced writing to the Northern areas. Words are Magick in and of themselves. I have seen many different variations of symbols called the Witch's runes. But what is a witch but one who draws the Force of Nature to themselves and works that force to their advantage.  I prefer to let Nature give it's Forces to me freely and work me with that Magick. I have set forth my own version  {  as imagined here  }  which I call the Hermit's Runes due to my solitary lifestyle. First, the opposites, the Yin and the Yang and the Union thereof.Two distinct and intertwined forces that cannot exist without the other. Next are the Elements. The Ether. The Sun gives us Fire Energy.The Air.The Wat

a Bohemian in Suburbia written during many long nites/mornings in 1992- 93.storyline added in 1996. published to the internet in 1999. The first glints of the rising sun streamed thru the library  windows.He heard the morning sounds of birds chirping  as they awoke.As he popped open another can of beer,he wondered what they might be saying to each other.He  recalled other mornings,as the sun rose over the  deck,when she had popped open new beers and  wondered what the birds may be saying to each other,but she wasn't here now,and he had spent another long nite  pounding out poetry and other wild ramblings on the  computer keys. He originally had started to write the  story of his life,but as time and long nites wore on,they  had turned into more of a continuous series of late nite  musings.He thought of turning the whole thing into a  book.He already had the title:"a Bohemian in  Suburbia".He thought that it fit him well.He liked the  sound of it on the nite that he had wr

Once there was and once again there will be but until that time. We'll see

Night fell Blackness encompassed the land No sounds were heard, no herds were sound I am a fish I swim around