We share the same Sun...
Just got off the phone with my son... (he in Brisbane Australia, I in Tampa).
We made the usual update-conversation, etc, then near the end he got kind of serious & said
"Dad, I gotta tell you something."
"Yes?"
"I'm really, really proud of you, you know, for being such a good father all these years. And I want you to come here."
"Thank you son... I'm working on it. I'm working on it..."
Trouble is, I'm not really working on it as well as I could. Not enough, or the wrong things, something. I'm supposedly intelligent in a book-smart way, but evidently somewhat retarded in having an active imagination in practical matters. I work my ass off (four jobs as of last week, but now shaved down to two) but the wheels are spinning in the mud. I've been dispersed in 333 directions and instead of laser-focus there is only diffuse, ambient lighting.
Talk about a test of skill in practical magick.
Reminds me of one of my conversations with Boyd Rice at his Tiki Lounge in Denver. He was commenting on some ex-colleagues, saying 'It's funny how these people prop themselves up as experts in Graal Mysteries, magick, and secret lore... but they can't even pay their rent. I don't have any respect for that.' Cheers Boyd... I took that on the level of personal oracle.
On a lighter note I was amused by sonny-boy's ever developing Aussie accent. What a character...
I must hold fast to inspiration, and catch what wind of Her's blows with the sail of Effort.
We made the usual update-conversation, etc, then near the end he got kind of serious & said
"Dad, I gotta tell you something."
"Yes?"
"I'm really, really proud of you, you know, for being such a good father all these years. And I want you to come here."
"Thank you son... I'm working on it. I'm working on it..."
Trouble is, I'm not really working on it as well as I could. Not enough, or the wrong things, something. I'm supposedly intelligent in a book-smart way, but evidently somewhat retarded in having an active imagination in practical matters. I work my ass off (four jobs as of last week, but now shaved down to two) but the wheels are spinning in the mud. I've been dispersed in 333 directions and instead of laser-focus there is only diffuse, ambient lighting.
Talk about a test of skill in practical magick.
Reminds me of one of my conversations with Boyd Rice at his Tiki Lounge in Denver. He was commenting on some ex-colleagues, saying 'It's funny how these people prop themselves up as experts in Graal Mysteries, magick, and secret lore... but they can't even pay their rent. I don't have any respect for that.' Cheers Boyd... I took that on the level of personal oracle.
On a lighter note I was amused by sonny-boy's ever developing Aussie accent. What a character...
I must hold fast to inspiration, and catch what wind of Her's blows with the sail of Effort.