Me Comparative

[The Cove]

Greetings and Hello -

I post in this section because it is a comparative section.

Why does it all have to be so terrible?

Hm...

Perusing this forum and the OF I am feeling rather apart from things.

I compare my workings with these many posted workings and find that I am playing with rather mundane things.

Poorly.

Not even close to mastering my temperament.

A far cry from any active level of magical knowledge or practice.

Frustrated and unhappy - not all the time - but often enough to be enough.

I am bitching.

Point being I have posted on occult type forums for about a year and it is becoming apparent to me that I am not really a practitioner of the occult.

As far as that goes.

I have had experiences and done things that would fall under that sphere.

Not since I was a teenager - and even then, partially and haphazardly - did I take it serious enough to be a potent pattern of growth and development.

Sigh and sorrow on the morrow of the moon.

Oh well, being glum.

Being a big fan of comparative study and thinking. It strikes me that mirrors and walls abound - in all these things - these rare and common things.

The other day I was enraged by the law of yin and yang.

Enraged that it ruled humanity and all I could do was dance among the white and black making sense and balance as I may.

It just massively bored me to the point of flat line thinking.

Ah man, hell.

Ashes in the water - water in the wind.

Creatrix Matrix.

[Darin Hamel]

Every master starts out an apprentice dude. Pick a discipline, practice it everyday and in a short time you will be better than most on these forums. Hell all you really need to do is practice the LBRP every day for 6 months and you will have risen above the riff raff.

Rule 1: Most people lie on internet forums. A highschooler claiming to summon demons and gods is most likely a roleplayer.

Rule 2: The really experience people are usually focused on only one thing and are not really interested in posting on anything else. The really experienced are also the nicest people on the forums for some reason too.

Rule 3: Don't judge your progress by other people. Just pick a discipline like divination, study the hell out of it, practice it every day and hocus pocus.... you'll be the expert everyone PMs for answers.

[Naomi]

I would disagree based on the ageism factor here, I loathe ageism as I have been a victim of it ever since I can remember.

I may have been raised by people well versed in the occult but I think I can also take a little of my own credit for being able to throw curses and contact demons with the best of them by the time I was 15-16, without anything more than a book on demonology and some creative thinking - there was no occult section at the bookstore and I never even heard of roleplaying until some friends dragged me into a gameshop for the most boring night of my life.

I also don't agree that "nice" equates real experience, I think it's more a combination of wit and patience paired with low tolerance for bullshit. Then again, the people who I learned from were always nice *to me* not necessarily to everyone else all the time. I think this is the way it should be.

I completely agree with rule 3 though....

Cove - Yin and Yang are not just black and white, the Taijitu diagram is just a diagram for a complex synchronism, purple, yellow, animals, chemicals, all are contained inside the encompassing role of Yin and Yang. Path of the magician enpowers you to stop the merry go round and control those very forces, bending them to your will. It's all just a test of strength, can you survive?

:D

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Thanks for the advice and good will.

Will I survive?

Sure.

I may not be a very practiced occult type dude - but I know some shortcuts...

Am aware of the deeper aspect's of the black and white symbol.

It is the bending to my will part of the coin that has always troubled me.

Not doing it - but the act of doing it in the first place.

There is a better answer.

For me at least.

I refuse to think that my refusal to walk the obvious path of action is one of cowardice.

Maybe when I was younger - but not after what I have faced and done.

It is a strange thing to accept inherent error in ones situation and self.

But there you go.

Thanks again.

Darin, by the way, I am a Master with the Tarot.

I believe I have written this post before.

lol

Yo.

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Some shearing of shivering shards for your quivering neurons.

Humpo mumbo flumper floo.

Gammer jammer wabba woo.

Pista fista ballista blaffoo.

And so it is moot.

Truly I say to you what is better?

A roach clip or a crutch?

Lubricant or spit?

Ahem...

In that vein...

Achoo....

Pistis Sophia

He did not know that He was not Alone.

Naw.

Lost Book of John - Faulty memory their or here.

Let us rape Eve for He is the Mother.

She has fled to the Tree and left her Image for Our Pleasure.

The Blind God.

Always reading never read.

A most random rendition of recollections redolently written for reclusive wranglers of wrath.

Yo.

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Nuances in the frame.

Aspects of the heart.

Shadows in the moss.

Waterfalls hidden out.

Whiskey in the pocket.

Passion on the mind.

Desire powering feet.

Words spoken warmly.

Spells spoken coldly.

Never everyone mind.

Forever one minds.

Yo.

[The Cove]

Greetings -

I need a girlfriend.

Someone take this wife.

These swift sharp words -

these swift hard words.

Grab that ass and lightly pound that booty.

Scream and moan and forget what sits at the base of that pole.

Many times shallow one time deep.

Deep thrusting till breath shallows speak.

Eyes filled with brimming despair.

Comparing memory's to what is not there.

Who forsakes the ravaging of passions?

Yo-yo.

[The Cove]

Greetings -

To go and burnish the endurance of the day.

Compare ones flesh to diamonds in illusion.

Maybe I's and this within thelematic the that's -

many places stated outside the quickening.

Who can challenge this embittered rambling?

What words share where none have shorn?

Bastard fancies to a popular tune throbbing -

it's tempoed vice of personality worth.

Damn this medium and damn your material -

I will have nothing of your false constructs.

Mountains of powers hiding weakness in virtue -

a falsity to the heart a failure to the bone.

Roaring my simple wind in your pleasant ears -

be at ward for the forsaken tears.

Yo.

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Me mildly diabolic.

http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r39/askblog/me.jpg

Fuck your mother - bitch.

Yo.

[The Cove]

Greetings -

That is right, let it all pour out

And discover one cannot dump enough.

It is all a constructed world of one.

Read these words and know this -

there shall be no time between the -

very last heartbeat and the next.

Waste me and destroy me complete -

all cannot break the mirror of all.

Bring it on and leave it alone -

your ideas, paths and poems.

Yo.

[Naomi]

Good picture, I like the last work,

Sounds like zen singularity...

[The Cove]

Greetings -

Terrible wine for the poor.

Good ground for the mice.

We stand in the middle of this torrenting torment.

Demanding the highest grade of forgiveness

and grace - who have none to give.

To be in heaven and hell in the land of holy trees.

Here I am in this soup I have made

eating the scalding broth of distemper.

Go home foolish man and dream the simple

dreams of married life.

The effortless things that need no

chaste virtue.

Grinding our need away today -

our sound vouchers and

common misdemeanors.

Wrangling common conceptions

to match individual perception.

Oh! The given need shall

never match the caught fantasy.

Two pigeons arguing passions in a field

is better than 20 attempting an orgy

in the old town square.

My breath goes short

in facing the failed fundaments

of another's

simple needs.

It is wise for a mouse to mark ones path

along the barbed wire fence.

Give me your hand Eris and we shall

marry our commonalities in the

powerful salts.

As we challenge the sordid crashings

of the common man -

in the essence of uncommon demands.

As magic is made between the folds

of moments

cast in the light of

the softly sharded eye.

It shall never be the same as it should be -

but the aspect of truth will dig its ground

rising into the light.

All is good - as good can be found

relative to the failure of the baser

emanations.

I have a manner that works -

says the child pushing the water

into the sluice.

Into the light

and wasted by the words

demanding the smaller words

dementing the simple strikes

of manifest expression.

Send me a wise woman.

If such things are acceptable and possible.

All poetry is prayer -

the subject a prism

brilliantly

breaking upon the heart.

Terrible.

Yo.

[Naomi]

oh look we both posted rambling poems 13 minutes apart, cool

[The Cove]

Greetings-

It is the small things in life...

Y.

[The Cove]

Ah hell, as it is a dream.

No where is no where.

Without your dark eyes

enfolding mine in light.

The simple stroke of

your fingers upon my chest.

Strikes lighting and rage

desire and oblivion.

My shadowed wicked

smile in the dark.

Above me swaying among

the tumbling clouds of

ebon hair.

Ha.

[The Cove]

Greetings -


Another cold day

in the park.

Walking off the rage

from the morning.

...

Now in the middle of

the day.

Walking off the

mushrooms.

...

The difficulty is about

the same.


Yo.

[The Cove]

Ain't no games in this field.

No wisp's of gloom, no, no room for that.

Just arrows of a wish arching the dome of the night.

Brilliant as a last kiss in the gleam of hard parting.

Who is it that knocks down these open doors?

Sealing the floor from the foot.

Ach.

[The Cove]

Argh.

Howl.

Grumble.

Chatter.

Screech.

Wriggle.

Fumble.

Thrust.

Gush.

Wash.

Warble.

Wrinkle

Whistle.

Woo.