Will Moar did ask where is the mast
backwards I saw it anchored deep in the past
the chains of the memories polar straight up and true
as life took from me far more than it’s due
born in that morgue oh so long ago
where will I go to, whoever will know
try as I might, joined by the strongest of will
vultures are circling as hyenas come for their kill
I look back again as my heart fills with pain
nothing will change and nothing was gained
trusting the keel and the rudder will last
I hold out your hands letting go of that mast
It’s the Final Countdown. That song and a few others of that era are playing in the track of my mind today. are you getting it?Armageddon it.
Well for quite a while now, I haven’t posted much of my work and doings on here out of respect for my father, children and extended family.
My own journey in life has been down roads and paths that I would want none to follow. Each one of those paths has taught me values and given me knowledge. Crowley said something, I mean he said a lot of things that are pure irony to me. The life of sorrow does that. Isn’t it ironic.
Paraphrased he said “When all is said and done, There is that which remains”. I know. This I know to be true and the tears fall and flow free as I look at each of you reading this. Linked Liber liber-%d7%90-vel-cxi-the-book-of-wisdom-or-folly/ 
TRUTH, truth is THAT what remains. That which remains can be good can be bad can be indifferent, It can be anything but it is never nothing. Truth is the shape and form, each different an unique and yet there is one bond that holds all that remains together, linked, joined, “correspondence” and that is truth …. that is the truth and THAT IS what got me here was each persons inability to see me, the truth in me.
This is that crossroad, where we look behind and wave goodbye and what was, we have stopped still, resting as the silence grows. dusting ourselves off. The rectification. We have shed, outgrown our old and settling into our new skin. Refreshing, taking a shower and taking stock of us, the inventory as we prepare to set off in that direction, that wall of tomorrow that we know but never wanted to, taking with us only love of yesterday to create what will be. Yesterday today and Tomorrow. my favourite tree. *tears again. I will always cry. I cry less and joy more these days but the holy books come back to me as they do.. they don’t have to fly far, just to my fingertips or mousetip,
I always knew this time would come. It terrified me as I tried desperately to grasp on to the ripped shreds of what was, what was all I had created in the maelstrom of yesterday and hold them together, enfold my creations in my loving arms.
But ALAS and alack Atlas is back, My creations are not me, they each have me in them but each creation fills it’s own form and breathes it’s own breath. Bittersweet Boonbane indeedydeeds.
That was a huge one, even being one of the stolen generation, blood is thicker than water, but sera? What is Sera? That is for you to quest and discover what the hell it is about because Sera is what it is all about.
mother is the name of God in the lips and hearts of all children but when innocence is gone the children grow to be their fathers shape.
Will Möar I wrote a poem you inspired my muse 
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DE SUA VICTORIA PER NOMEN B A B A L O N.
And after? This Dawn (for I have toiled through the Night in my great Love and Care of thee) how is it with me? it is well. For I have found myself; I have found my Will; the Obstacles that daunted me are seen to be by the Shadows of Shadows. Grace be unto Lady B A B A L O N.Thus it is written in “The Book of the Law”: “Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.”
Learn then that it is in the contemplation of Division that Sorrow is, for Division is the Formula of Choronzon. It is therefore discreet for thee to unite each element of Sorrow with its Opposite; in whose Triumph of Hymen is Ekstacy, until by Apprehension of the new great Opposite the Idea is again seen as Sorrow. This then is the Issue from Sorrow; and thou mayst understand that I now also am confident in the Necessity of this my Fall to prepare the formula of my Exaltation. Therefore, my Son, thus Hail Me: Blessing and worship to the Beast, the Prophet of the Lovely Star.