IN MEMORIAL

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I am grateful for those who offered themselves up for supposed noble causes known as wars. Almost all of them are cannon fodder for the Military Industrial Complex and its prototypes coming from the Industrial Revolution in the USA.
When the facts are carefully researched, we can see the wars and their atrocity mostly avoidable. Yet, we are encouraged to “support our Troops”, regardless of the follies they are commissioned to undertake. The political memes used to garner patriotic support have successfully brainwashed the majority of citizens into the nightmare of our country and why it is widely hated.
When I am asked to support the troops, I ignore it as the underlying reasons deal with exploitation and the conquest of others for the gains of American business interests and the corporatism which rules the world for the most part.
I support the noble motive of protecting and serving the people of this country.
Perhaps that will be best accomplished by protecting us from the corporatist will run riot.
With all this and more in mind, I must mourn the millions of needless deaths in the cause of gain and laud the sentiment of those who erroneously believed they have defended a cause worthwhile delusion that remains.
Hopefully we can use our sentiments and grief to honor the dead by moving forward into peace and the deconstruction of the negative elements of corporatism.

the doorway

daath

This morning felt a little unsettling…

Some days started very well. Some male would spend the night…the sex was usually good. All this wound up short lived to a good end.

This morning, outside the door some kind of disturbance had appeared as though some kind of portal was opening from another place. She hadn’t walked out yet. She felt it and when she peered out the window she could see the shifting warping space.

She was thinking about HIM.

He stayed in her mind, only as a pleasure at a safe distance. He wouldn’t move to her. He wouldn’t come get her. He wanted her in his domain. It felt so safe and comfortable to love him with all her power and her passion, knowing he would be there regardless of situations and who they chose to be with at any time. When she wanted his love, she thought of him and felt it. She could feel his body behind hers, holding her when convenient and needed. She wanted him and was content at a distance…

“Fwwwhhhhpppppp!!!” The front door shut tightly, sealing the inside of the house from the head and wind.

“Ahhhh, I love my home.” The little black Bombay Cat starting with her high pitched mewing brushed his pant leg….

“Kitten! You do love your daddy heh?”

He sat down his black leather, soft brief case and walked to the master bedroom and into the bathroom to unload a voluminous piss and change clothes. He thought of her and sighed. He knew she loved him and how much more it would increase had she come here to live and flourish in his presence. She already had this too safely…she had no idea of the emotional dangers in him. She liked this excitement in the right context where excitement ends in the right type of pain for her and eventually pleasure.

She felt content as his muse. She viewed his sexual escapades for years and served as a friend, knowing deep inside there would be so much more, so much more.

And so she found her pleasure in other men without the complete fulfillment…

Damn it felt good to shake it out, to relax, and to ease into another evening.

If he could just walk into the next room into another place other than through a dream…

Weeks before in a mountain cave, the creature grew three faces; serpent, eagle, and bear. A Chimeric body of elephant, giraffe, and dragon wings…with flocks of Fire tailed swallows to gather all desired outcomes and artifacts of enchantment. It would be called by the chant and the entity it came from.

 

Like a special treat spread before him a meal of delights…

“You have the most special talents…I love it, I love my Oso…” She sank back into the purple sheets moving closer to the peaks so many have not experienced.   The doorway opened.

As this happened, he fell in the vortex of pleasure, sucked in…she came again and again, squealing in a set of colloquialisms he semi understood…she couldn’t take any more, he eased off, stood over the edge of the bed, pushing back the chair he’d sat in…

“Now my time has come…” His mind was whirling into the abyss, his entities of health, wealth, and sexual pleasure dancing about him while he chanted their mantras under his breath.

He grasped the erect, congested staff of throbbing, oozing deliveries of sex love guiding it into her with a deliciously slow deliberation…

“Oi, oi, oi…ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh…”

He began the rhythms he learned she loved and pulsed deeper and deeper seeing doorway after doorway open in and out of the abyss.

“Daaaaaaaaaatttttthhhh…” he said in a whispering growl, “Daaaaaaaaattttthhhhhh”.

She reached another set of plateaus and the muse flittered subconsciously into her body, expanding and taking the ecstasy into her consciousness as love, the kind of love that comes only through touch and a deep trance.

The elixir began its inexorable mixing as the man goo rose up out of his balls and he convulsed and shouted while squirting deep into her final throes of bliss that melted into her smile, eyes closed.

“Mamasota~!!!”

He lowered himself forward, face down to feel the next ten minutes of his body orgasm, falling through the doorway into the space outside her door.

She looked out at him, eyes beautiful and brown soft, “How the fuck did you get here?”

He began to laugh…

 

©2015mhumunculero

To be continued…

waited

waited

waited/weighted

life feels better sometimes
her eyes say
her eyes stay hidden with the I love yous
tortured by her mind
bewildered
the trust long gone
LONG forgotten,
She always remembers me,
thinks of me
wishes me there…

showing up,
turning around,
seeing me here
always
vestibule home for this face,
passions deep into her stations
again and again and again,
she looks behind her asking
where
turning around
I am here,
smiling, she knows she loves me
tells me in another place

We’re partnered apart these long years…

©2015mhumunculero

Qualifying my criticisms and evaluations

My criticisms are just that:

: the activity of making careful judgments about the good and bad qualities of books, movies, etc.

evaluations…more than value judgements. In the former blog, I observed rites I did not deem as magically illuminating. They had “spiritual” value, however, with me not practicing spirituality… They did not stimulate my imagination or inspire me to innovation. This is a personal view, purely subjective which did correspond with the views of some others.

Still, I participated and enjoyed.

I find magic and it’s practice to have to do with personal taste and the feeling a ritual might give. I like my steaks burned on the outside and red on the inside…
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Home at Last

When a sorcerer returns home from a magical retreat to absorb and apply innovation, introspection seems at a premium.

My introspection goes as such…I saw a lot of religiosity disguised as illumination…not my take on illumination. I have little interest in tantra unless it involves sex magic on a results level. I didn’t experience results level insights worth repeating. Random information generated by group consciousness seems nice yet once again has little to offer me in an immediate or train to a long term result.

Next we had a memorial to a suicide…Oi! In the words of a couple of esteemed associates, “FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK!!!”
Depression sucks, its true, however, it can and is frequently worked through. I will not approve of nor coddle such choices unless physical demise is immanent and filled with unrelenting pain.

On other notes, nonsensical divinations have their place…

While I was gone, Thanateros Productions LLC had it’s debut in an EDM show at a gallery. We actually made a small profit and people had a great time so it seems from all received reports. We will have more.
There will, as usual, shifts in mundane reality…

WE WILL FUCK it UP in beneficial ways!!!

Choyos all.chaostar