Loss of Self

The fire made strange shadows as the flames flickered out of control. It seemed almost as if the shadows were alive and dancing with glee upon the bodies of the inferno’s victims. Such a cruel act, to burn the villages of those that would stand against tyranny. To char the families of those that stood in opposition of corrupt leaders that had seized control of these lands. As always, we were too late to prevent the destruction. Just a step behind the demons that did the bidding of the one who would control all of existence.   My attention was drawn to the dancing shadows-perhaps there was something I was missing here.   Some clue that I could trace back to wherever the fiend was hiding himself from us. The hissing of the flames grew louder, until the sound overpowered even the beating of my own heart. Once I could speak to the beings that dwelled there,   Once I could have sought aid from the Salamanders that I had helped to create. But that was before, long before, when I walked the hallowed halls with my brothers and sisters from the ether. I found myself falling back through time, until the crackle of the blaze turned to the smoky voice of an old man. “He hides in a land that no longer believes Mother,” the voice whispered in my heart, “seek the world that believes itself’ to be alone, and there you will face the final battle”.

The voice of my sister snapped me back to the village of smoldering ash. “A---, I asked if you had any ideas, didn’t you hear me?” she scolded. Only M---  could speak to me in that manner without reprisal.  Only M--- dared to speak to me at all most of the time. I felt a slow smile spread across my lips and took in the chilled glances of those that followed my dear sister. “I know where he is,” I stated, “but to follow, we must change the very essence of what we are, we must become as the beings that dwell on that plain”.                   

Premonitions

Today the world stood still, time stopped in its tracks and pandemonium broke free of its chains. The walking wounded and the walking dead shed their bindings and set loose upon the world destruction such has never been experienced on this plain of existence.  We had thought war was bad, pestilence, plague, and famine. We had no idea what destruction that absolute evil could bring down on us. Rivers of blood boiled as if on fire. Skin melted away from the righteous and the weak. Skeletons roamed the streets, their bones playing a haunting jig as they danced upon the souls of the survivors.  From above came the shrieks of strange predators, unbeknown to this plain of existence’s history. Trapped for so long, the dark ones took ecstatic and perverse pleasure in the screams of the creatures that inhabit this realm.  The dark lord stood in the shadows of an abandoned temple-desecrating the holy grounds through his mere presence. For so long we have tracked him, world after world, dimension after dimension. So many universes left crumbled in smoking ruins from battles still unfinished. It has come to the point where I can no longer remember how it all began. The prophecy speaks of many incidents. It speaks of the end. But there are none left who recall the words. None left to make sense of this terror and how it came about. None save those of us who cannot recall. Did the other lands rebuild? Or are they still caught fast in his iron grasp of depravity? And what will become of this land, will the Magick return, and strengthen those who might fight? Or does it all end in blood and ash again?

Last Stand

Last stand

Win or lose

Feel the pain

Rearing up again

To hurt, to kill

To bend to the will

Of those that time forgets

Lost in the void

Spinning on end

Around and around

All over again

Forgetting the cycle

How long until the end?

Fires still burning

Yet never flaring again

Before, beyond, for what is time

Constant shifting

Merging, splitting

This road once, that one twice

Trying out another vice

Build another device,

Designed to end,

End the pain, end the joy

End the world

Echo’s of words

Whispered in prayer

Keep on crying

No one cares

Quit the fight

Snuff the light

Make a choice

Balance is a myth

So is free will

You know your path

The prophecy you’ll fulfill

Somber twilight

You gave it all

Trying to stop this

Endless fall

Grace, love, charity

The pulpit, it screams

Legends of grandeur,

That never was real

What is real, what is fake?

Where’s the exit to escape?

To hit bottom would

Bring relief, the gasping

Drop at last complete

The noose man’s head

Turns to stop

Staring blindly as

The candle flickers out

Pride, rage, despair

All forgotten on the stairs

The castle crumbles

Under the cold of steel.

Cataclysm

Left adrift on an endless sea,

Who can know what will come to be?

Winding branches of dying trees

Speak soft whispers into me.

Silence

The scene will change

A new stage set

My final fate at last is met

Call the game

The gods have lost

All that lived,

Now just lost

Bite the nose

To spite the face

Who will win?

In this great race

One last breath

And then goodbye

Hold me close as the

Worlds thus die

A beggar cries, a martyr bleeds

All that fought

Down on their knees

Keeling, softly mourning

Sings a song

That suffers the sting of bees

The soulless creatures

That rise from the depths

Cackle madly while

Mothers wept.

Mark the corners

Circle set

Push aside the veils

Lest we all forget.

Forget to suffer

Forget all pain

Who needs logic?

When all are insane. 

 

Imbalance

I am, in one way or another, loosely involved in a number of fringe “communities” that seem to have taken up the task of saving the earth and humanity. Largely from itself it would seem.  I am mostly an observer in most of these communities, due to the fact that my beliefs differ from theirs. However, I’m not going to pontificate on those beliefs at this time. What I am going to blather on about is the glaring flaw in these plans that became apparent in a single sentence I read. The sentence? “There will be no more horror movies”.  I find it oddly amusing-or disturbing- that it took threatening the existence of my horror movies for me to step back and take a truly objective look at this new paradigm of love and light. There is no balance of power in it. It is said that absolute power corrupts-absolutely. This applies even to light workers, merely doing what they believe is best for all of humanity. First, control is control, regardless of how pretty a package it comes inside of.  Second, balance is what holds existence together. Everything falls apart without balance. So what we are left with is a world where the supposed “good” energies are trying to do the wrong things for the right reasons, and the supposed “evil” energies are trying to do the right things for the wrong reasons. What do you do in a world where it is the light that threatens to destroy all, through their own ignorance and self righteousness?  Looking at this is a purely human perspective, think of all the attempted “cleansings” that have been perpetrated in the name of global improvement. Have any of those made the world a better place, or did they perpetuate fear, control, and superiority issues? In a deeper perspective, throughout existence “purity baths” have destroyed countless worlds. The one we currently live in will not prove any different.