QUADRATIC INVOCATION

QUADRATIC INVOCATION

Beloved, I’ve tried to write this many times. Even now I can barely think of how to start or where to go, save for the fact that now I’ve lived these stories fully and completely. I have become a character that I created and my stories have become fact in the strange way that things like that happen in life.

I will keep this as a journal, a blog, for you, beloved, because you understand and because were there. You saw what it was all about, what it is: The political sorcerers leading mystery cults, the alchemist businessmen sleeping on beds of silver and gold, greed and delusion, the journalistic magi casting spells of falsehood with image and world. They run this place. We know it. And we know it's bull, but everyone still pretends it's fine and lines up at the well of madness for a drink 'cause they say they like the flavor. I don't care what they say. We have to do something. If we are silent to insanity, we give it credence.

We must find the discriminant to discover its roots, rational or irrational, real or imaginary. No magician can alter the mathematical truth of life itself. Only God has that power.

I have nothing to hold me back now, baby. I have nothing to lose. When their lunacy killed, Cristo, my feline son, my life was altered forever. Some people find it ridiculous that his death hurt me that deeply. I don't care. The natives of this land, whose blood flows through me, say the Great Spirit above gives us each an animal totem who speaks to our souls. That was Cristo-- but he was more than that. He was the son of my heart. So, now, I will try to put away childish things and leave my creations as an inheritance for his soul. And when he comes to me now, little Cristo, talking in my dreams, and on the winds of the night when I call to him upon the stars, I will have something of value to give him. Our souls travel together, as they always have and always will.

And your soul is with me too, beloved. Your soul is my soul. Forget the poetry and philosophy and all that. Nobody seems to care about it anymore, I know. Just remember, as flesh in flesh we were one, so are we now, one in spirit always.

So sing in me, Daughter of Truth and Beauty, that my words may echo through spirits and thoughts. For all we have is faith, hope and love, and love is the greatest of all.

But you know me, baby, I will wield that love like a sword.

Let us slit the veil now and show them the world: