To Those Not Friends Of Olde, Please Forgive The Ambiguity Of This Post At Certain Times:
With That Said, Hail The Age Of Past
(I cannot believe I am actually writing a post about myself outside of poetry)
Dear friends, my cycle that since past twice without completion has begun. Karma holds my name and I will embrace it this season. Till Samhain, I will embark my proper rights into the darkness. Friends reading this that hail from the years of former days, you know the deal. I will begin soon, so email or call with names, sanctified names if necessary, dates of birth, and rights needed. The sooner the better, for separating myself from the world and the avatar will hold the normal effects on my psyche. For all friends, I petition now for forgiveness and understanding for the old inners that will come forth.
I will depart from my links and connections with the world, so watch for the speeding cars when I cross like before, for I need everyone’s guidance like when I was young. I hate to admit the fears about doing this again; the time has lapsed too long since last I’ve partake.
Open closet of black clothes. Jewelry box, I draw its door full. And yes, the main altar, it is working now. A little dusty, but yet none the less for time apart.
I’m looking towards going to Bear Mountain soon. My land awaits my return at High Point. All friends, I wouldn’t go there lightly without letting me know, so I can let Them know you are coming, and give you free passage. I will not be calling Those of mine forth without notice from the Lenape trials, so Mark, no worries for midnight walks there. I look to you, even in your times of need as a beacon, I hope that is fine.
Alas, the world. I will see thee soon in my dreams. Reality, sorry for the mess. I’ll try to clean up after I’m done like usual.