The more letting go that happens, the fewer decisions I make, the more often I let my Daimon take the lead, the happier I a am. The clothes I wear, the hat I wear, the colours of them, where I walk at night is more and more my Daimon's doing. We are a team, the gods govern, my Daimon is my commander, my purpose is to do. Stress, high blood pressure, depression, loneliness, is what is let go. That my Daimon earned becoming a Daimon speaks to me unquestioning loyality to the Divine. The gods are not fickle, they know why the what is going on. To lego must needs be let go. To cling to what is, is fear of what we do not understand about the future. The Gods are the Conductors of this cosmic Philharmonic orchestra. It is a Cycle of Being. A beauty we are a part of where only the Gods can beat their own record. It is
-Daimon Born
-Interrupted by an antagonistic, hypocritical "friend" the mortal-born has. Antagonistic in that he has the inability to manifest creation, and so destroys the fragile, new-born work of others. Hypocritical in that the word "no" is not accepted as an aswer, especially when it is the answer he does not want to hear. Physical rape; incapable because of his past. Psycological rape; the method used to get the attention he was denyed in youth. Not a "spot-light whore" but an attempt to get so much as a smile from a man who never will; his dad. While his brother is treated as the "high born"; this one is treated as the runt without probable cause... tolerated, was "broken" like a feral animal; physical pain used to break the mind, after that, the slave will never betray the master... cant; pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain, saddness is happiness, happiness is saddness, abberant is normalcy, normalcy is abhorant... even when the master dies, the antonomous unit will "continue with mission"; crying the death of the one/s*?* who did it. Probably will "delete" itself when the tormentor dies, in a vain attempt to serve in death better then in life. One act of affection, a smile, a "thank you", ANYthing is all the guy wants from the one man who never will.
Combined with the physical breaking, was the psycological breaking; the difference between victim and co-conspirator is thin. When the victim believes they are a co-conspirator as equally guily as the the perpetrator; the breaking is complete.
Troika of Commisar dad, "Mr. X" doing the physical breaking, a mom who has not let her ovaries drop to stand up for her SON, and an apathetic brother shoveled shiney things to keep being appathetic.
-Fucking cowans. This is one reason why I want to get good enough in God-Form Assumption, so that the Good Dark Gods and Goddesses United, can use my flesh as their Avatar, and why the path I walk is slowly coalesing as I become more aware of the Nocturnal Tradition according to Divine Law (NT kata Theoi Nomos).
I can tell you this much; the gods are not Wiccan; nor care what we "like". It is not about us, it is about Them. For as long as we refuse to accept that, we stay Fallen.
-Daimon Born
-Interrupted by an antagonistic, hypocritical "friend" the mortal-born has. Antagonistic in that he has the inability to manifest creation, and so destroys the fragile, new-born work of others. Hypocritical in that the word "no" is not accepted as an aswer, especially when it is the answer he does not want to hear. Physical rape; incapable because of his past. Psycological rape; the method used to get the attention he was denyed in youth. Not a "spot-light whore" but an attempt to get so much as a smile from a man who never will; his dad. While his brother is treated as the "high born"; this one is treated as the runt without probable cause... tolerated, was "broken" like a feral animal; physical pain used to break the mind, after that, the slave will never betray the master... cant; pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain, saddness is happiness, happiness is saddness, abberant is normalcy, normalcy is abhorant... even when the master dies, the antonomous unit will "continue with mission"; crying the death of the one/s*?* who did it. Probably will "delete" itself when the tormentor dies, in a vain attempt to serve in death better then in life. One act of affection, a smile, a "thank you", ANYthing is all the guy wants from the one man who never will.
Combined with the physical breaking, was the psycological breaking; the difference between victim and co-conspirator is thin. When the victim believes they are a co-conspirator as equally guily as the the perpetrator; the breaking is complete.
Troika of Commisar dad, "Mr. X" doing the physical breaking, a mom who has not let her ovaries drop to stand up for her SON, and an apathetic brother shoveled shiney things to keep being appathetic.
-Fucking cowans. This is one reason why I want to get good enough in God-Form Assumption, so that the Good Dark Gods and Goddesses United, can use my flesh as their Avatar, and why the path I walk is slowly coalesing as I become more aware of the Nocturnal Tradition according to Divine Law (NT kata Theoi Nomos).
I can tell you this much; the gods are not Wiccan; nor care what we "like". It is not about us, it is about Them. For as long as we refuse to accept that, we stay Fallen.
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