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The Cauldron

Randomly adding whatever I feel like for the moment. Bellydancing metalhead, Diana Bastet. Instrumentals from John 5 and Sophie Lloyd. New music from Larkin Poe. Cool tune from Skating Polly…why not? Lucifer live. Rammstein (w/Cecile Monique). Clips from The Blackcoat's Daughter. As always, Georgy Girl by The Seekers.

Musical Sermon 02.10.2019

Automatic Programming.

The Dying Assembly

The mortal shell was on the floor, for what seemed like a great deal of time, awaiting the sobering shake to the senses so customary in these circumstances. I obeyed, if only through the eyes of a morbid curiosity to see it through fruition. I was in a place where no earthly authority can claim juridiction, deep in the crawlspace of property holders and endgame collectors.

They call it The Dying Assembly, a banquet of the macabre where the bloodless gather to devour souls and drink dark secrets. You go there when your purpose has been tweaked, and remain in attendance until your name is called.

“Darren. Darren. Wake up!

Once summoned, you are expected to rise from the winner's circle, and continue to your designated coordinates as if nothing extraordinary occurred. Just be thankful for the reprieve and trust your whispering confidante to guide you.

“You scared me. I thought you were dead.”

Death. Heaven and Hell. The other side. There are those among us who don't like to talk, or even think about it. Yet, the fact of the matter is, these things happen.

411

Called it. I am the alter ego. I am the altar. I am a free spirit. I am a slave. I am abstinence, I am promiscuity. I am life, I am death. I am the feast, I am the purge. I'm the sacrificial lamb; I am the untamed, unleashed soul. I am a conduit.

I am a shapeshifter who assumes many personalities: Thinker, Dreamer, Lover, Poet, Musician, Songwriter, Programmer, Hacker, Comedian, Stoner, Student, Worshipper, Writer, Nonconformist, Rebel, Instrument. I am all of the aforementioned and more.

To the cold-shouldering world at large I am the quintessential non-person, a deceptive cloak of homogeneity that harbors my reclusive demons. I refer to this collective cast of misfits as Jeorgie.

2911

I was cesarean-born on Annunciation day. An Aries. Governed by Mars. According to my astrological make-up, I am highly spiritual, temperamental, stubborn, independent, creative, passionate, strong, and full of fire.

I am a 29/11 Life Path. I am an introvert with the Guardian Angel Line and the Letter M genetically mapped on each palm.

I am guided by forces unseen who scar me for the wellness of others. I am bleeding. I am blood. I am a Blood Witch.

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