Not often do I write, and no longer do I write with the candidness that I used to – and I don’t because it no longer serves any purpose to do so. What I used to say in the past, many others say today. I am no longer one of few. The world does not need me to say the same anymore. The relay baton has passed from me to others.
So rather than write, rather than play music or sing; I try to free myself from the sticky claws of civilization. As we all know by now, civilization is failing and falling, and those who cling to it will fail and fall with it. I think ahead and try to live now how I will be forced to live in the future.
A shadow spreads out across our world; black clouds gather in the sky; a new darkness rises, but rather than curse the darkness, we must light a candle, and get through it – until the next sunrise. Those who make it will be purified; cleansed; improved. Better.
Our future world will be different. Thankfully.
Our Pagan Past, a Golden Age:
