It has been a year now since the abrupt demise of the Sacred Sexuality Conference, and I was finally able to get into my business mail. On a lot of levels, I am a WRECK ... and dealing with Eschaton has, unfortunately, been one of them. Today I pulled all the shopping bags full of mail out of the closet and plowed through them. This was triggered, of course, by bad stuff (the bank calling about us being over-drawn again), but I was able to pull out all the checks from Amazon and Book Clearing House and a few others, which was a couple of thousand dollars ... which will get the bank off my ass for quite a while and might even allow us to get some things printed. The bags I had here only went up through March, so I guess I haven't been over to Mail Boxes, Etc. to pick up the mail in quite a while ... the weeks are running by like days for me anymore, and so I get behind on everything even if I'm not gong through major psychological episodes!
MUNDANE CHAIN, VIOLENT, EVIL
will there ever be a dawn without the world? will there ever come a day where we'll be freed of mundane chain and this mad race?
so far out of synch, so alien to the norm, all our basic truths ring false to sleeping ears, all our instincts lead not to survival but to abuse, debasement, violence and evil here
where is there a place for those like me? can there be a zone just for the sighted ones to not be hunted by the dull? evil, stupid humanity, how can I hate a thing so far beneath contempt?
a child of light, I am driven into dark by these beasts; their light is lies, their truth delusion, and they would destroy all those who'd dare to disagree
none of them can see the spikes lining their space, few of them suspect the blades they wield with word and file, rule and structure; how can they realize the hell they make for me?