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Well, I’m trying… again. The drunk w/o drink carries on the Hibernian tradition of living on charm and bluster. For the first time in years, probably over a decade, I performed the LBRP. It’s funny how quickly it came back to me. I have been shown recently that I have no clothes, emperor-wise. And it’s true. My fingers strain to write in that old style… bile and beligerence, but I no longer drink. At least I don’t drink like that anymore. So… again I see that I seem to be missing a key piece of the puzzle. I seem to be like a very nice computer, with a fast processor, and tons of RAM, but missing the “g” key. The times, they are a-changing. So… I did the LBRP in an attempt to clear the air. It was nice.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your Philosophy.
-Hamlet, Act 1, Scene V
Good for you–the LBRP is a great ritual–clears the air, gives you some “breathing” space. Some of the occultists that I respect the most are the ones who don’t have 8 million books on magic, and do nothing but a daily LBRP. What else do you need, really?
It’s always good to open the proverbial window and take a deep breath of fresh air. We get whirling around so much that we don’t see what a hole we are digging for ourselves.
I am glad that you are starting to look back to the power you have. Manifest that sucker right into existence.
You are Loved!
Ugh… I’m basically starting my (vocational) life at 40, since I’ve fucked off for the last twenty years. I hate the man I am, in many ways. They metaphor that sticks best is the house with three walls. I just hope I’m a fix-er-upper, and not a tear down.
Thanks for the love, ladies. It’s greatly appreciated.