Journals & Stuff

ugh... isn't annoying how mundane life can sometimes interrupt your progress, i've been working overtime at the job i must keep in order to not be without a home and stuff, when not doing that i'm trying to work on my fiction, it's a delicate balancing act, but i'm starting to get the hang of the juggle...
I took a solemn magickal oath of sobriety, that will last for no less than one year, why? Because i was told, by several godforms in my dreams that the training wheels should have come off a long time ago. I made this oath specifically to Babalon, seems weird, doesn't it? making an oath like that to a goddess who isn't exactly known for being sober... but then i thought about it... what was it that she is drunk on? "The blood of the prophets", what can blood symbolize? ...LIFE... and being that it's prophets blood that she gets wasted on, could that be symbolic of that visionary moment that prophets experience? i don't think this is any kind of "secret" i uncovered, i mean, that interpretation of the symbolism seems to be staring us all right in the face.
Right now, besides my writing, i've been working on this rather odd synthesis of DaDaism and Enochian Magick, using collage and cut-ups. I have come to this conclusion: "THE REVOLUTION HAS BEEN COMMODIFIED, BUT THE APOCALYPSE WILL BE SIMPLY ABSURD!" and i will be taking the name of Frater83, harbinger of the Pandemonaeon! which will not necessarily be an "age" as we think of it, but "moments" of post-modern pastiches of Ultra/Culture Mash-Ups, which may be the only way i can describe it at this point.
enough for now.
lovekisses&hugs
-Frater83.