Being charitable has some upsides. As I write this, I have just replied to fellow RSPM member Rev. Janglebones on what tech of his I used for easing over what seems to be some unwanted Mars inflection in my day through the Moon. It’s something I’m keeping track of as of late. The first part […]
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The Devil Gets His Due-Bee-Doo
When I first read Gordon White’s Chaos Protocols I performed an admittedly half-assed and destined-to-fail crossroads rite. I was in a desperate situation and without nearly enough effort put into the location, and with little confidence that it was anything remotely close to successful afterwards, I did it anyway.
It was only last week (now nearly a year since the half-rite) that it occurred to me that I did, in fact, get what I asked for, technically, so without further hubbub, here’s a song I wrote about the Devil.
Now we’re square.
Finally me the Devil and he ain’t so bad. Bent my ear lamenting on the luck that he had had. Shared a civil parlance on complexities of blame. He said “You always take the fall when you’re the only game in town.”
Long ago, far away. Comes ’round sometimes, never can stay.
Mercury, sulphur, salt. If we were made this way is it still our fault?
Finally met the devil and he ain’t so bad a guy. But people keep projecting all the things that they don’t like. Stop to see his wares ’cause he just might have what ya need. Before you sign the contract just make sure the wording is precise.
Long ago, far away. Comes ’round sometimes, never can stay.
Mercury, sulphur, salt. If we were made this way is our fault?
Long ago and far away he told the boss-man he had somethin’ to say.
Go and meet him down the lane.
Where the two roads cross, between the night and day.
Reverend Janglebones 