Story continued

Magic is a mutable changeable thing. It evolves as the world evolves. Changing what works and the ways in which it works as time passes. When humanity lost faith in magic, magic laws shift to take this into account.

If you have tried magic and it failed, to most people that means it is not real. What it really demonstrates is a lack. Whether of ability, Knowledge or belief. You can know the ritual but lack the power to carry it off. You can have no idea what to do but through chance, if you are very powerful and believe, manifest an ability.

But if you fail, then barring outside influence you will continue to do so. Without utter faith in magic and your ability to work your will, magic will only be the illusion the modern world makes it out to be.

– Preamble: Treastise on Magic by Simon Crow

Lonesome October

They dance in rebellious joy under the blood moon
Their bones and sinews
Tendons and tissues
Burning
Burning ferocity
They scream Agony
Triumph
Pain giving way
So suddenly it’s lack,
Exctasy
On the ground
Limbs extended
Necks curving upward
Mouths open
Eyes fixed to a point in the overcast
They howl with one voice
Self and other
In seamless union

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Perhaps more hubris than necessary

Every man with a bit of self awareness sees himself as a devil. You step lightly through the world because, imagined or not, the feeling that you are powerful is at your core. This idea that is central to our being shapes us. Makes us monsters but perhaps not monstrous. Capable of horrible consequences as we stomp through the world.

It’s one of the reasons I support equality for women. For purely selfish reasons. I don’t want the actions of the moment to have disastrous consequences. If women are culturally equals then the force of a man’s word can be diminished. I want an equilibrium.

The general idea is for  women to be, culturally, as powerful as men. My hope is a lowering of men’s cultural significance as women’s cultural significance rises. To have the other is to see two tyrants fighting for control. Long term it’s a recipe for disaster.

The use of  loaded terms is dangerous. Not in that it will let “them” know you are fighting but that it sets up a scenario in which you feel justified in categorizing a group of people as Other.
When a person ceases to be an individual and are seen as a cog in a machine it becomes an act of simple justification to destroy them in pursuit of lofty goals. Do not allow yourself to be lulled to sleep by the usage of such terms.

Any group that labels then demonizes another is carrying out an agenda, generally one that does not care who it grinds underfoot. Revolutions are tricky things. Just remember that the ones that fight and have the ideals are rarely the ones that shape the future if revolution is successful.

It is either a cult of personality that usurps the victory for its own ends, not really a concern here as there is not currently one focal point for which such a thing to form. Or it is those that come after that have only the rhetoric and fervor but few ideals. This is the one to be avoided as it causes the most lasting harm and the scenario most likely if we give in to the desire for quick fixes.

Stable cultural norms are crafted down generations. And now as we enter the last several generations of a long trend the tendency is to rush it forward; doing so will cause more destruction than it prevents. Warning given and done.

Poem

Lavender scented smoke wafts
Caressingly into my nose
Floating forgotten
In sculptured
Dissonance
Wonderment unbound
Crystalline drops
Of heaven
Course through
My veins

What sacred ritual
Marks my passing

What madness

Pounding heart
Shadow locked
Trapped in voiceless
Dreams

I’m here
Trembling before you
Tongue dry
Unable to speak
Wanting nothing
Nothing more than your touch
Your breathe
Shallow
Uncertain
Heat
Syncopated rhythms
Bleeding from minute to minute
Tension sated
Soap bubble bursting
Sliding into contented
Dream