For long time the spirals turned and the wheels wandered.

The warrior God of the Thebes is unknown as of yet. Was he the god of the forties?...the fire threat of the eighties?...And she wanted to touch me, to massage my wounds...the Blotting had yet to begin.

Beware losing yourself into the cycles, stay to the edge of the wave...ride the musical cyclics. use the spine as a lingam and the mind as a yoni and arise O ye of the splendours...the coiled creator and destroyer of worlds.

Just when did we walk on down the hall...and I watched as he called out to his father for death and his mother for love...Freud hath power in these parts. Yet his mind is not of my own, for I have seen the otherlands.

The fortress?...Earth...Nuit knows of this, and she portrays though the Serpent's rising.

This I had understood; half concealed from myself, yet half revealed...and in the revealing I am pushed into greater understanding and greater ignorance. Let us not hold ourselves to others and ourselves...Let us release and contain...Let us be many and one...For one piece of the puzzle is Thelema...but this is only a piece...not the means to the end...Beware of your/mine/their own dogma.

And I raised the sword and vibrated Adonai...And the fire surrounded me as I waded into the battle...Hail Mithras!...See the blood burning on the blade.

Complete to hold, the ego?...surrender for experience?...Will we tread these paths again, or are you doomed to tread forever?...I laugh mightly with Dionysus on the nature of Nirvana...

Soon to Pan I will wander...the trees echo also in laughter...The hermit is enlightened by the hierophant, who in turn caused the hermit to hermit in the first place...beauty as above as below...the microcosm and macrocosm...Kether is in Malkuth and Malkuth is in Kether...

With strange sigils I call and come unto myself, the son will join with the daughter...the meaning of a god...YHVH...a path for one who wishes to tread...

Here I end with the beginning...