Healing.

We have a healer (the Deep Red Hand) in our midst! He heals. He is also the Chief Administer of Punishment. Now that's duality. To heal, one must gather several prestigious people together. The afflicted person must hold something cold, such as a piece of ice or a goat's heart, to symbolize their faith in the Grand Beyond. The Red Hand (not the deep one, just any other, really) will wave his hand(s) over the afflicted area, while simultaneously humming. The prestigious people will then also hum; the harmonization of which culminates in the release of the Infinite Vibrations of Regeneration (IVR). The more people, the higher the levels of IVR are, and the quicker and more complete the healing. The Deep Red Hand doesn't need other people to harmonize with, but usually he does it anyway just for kicks. Indeed! The Seer has given his first seering! Of course the meaning of it is up for debate; after all it's a drawing and not written word.

Bovines

Last night I was again struck by a vision. There was a lake, and in the middle of the lake was an island, and on this island was a town. This town was inhabited by an assortment of small animals. In the dream, mystic sea cows rose up out of the ocean and entered the town. Some of the sea cows decided to stay behind, and as the others left they became mystic land cows. the sea cows had hides of bluish-gray, and their horns were straight and tapered to a sharp point, protruding vertically from their skulls like the prongs of a fork. The land cows were of the same color, but their horns became large and flat and splayed and branching, outstretched from their heads like the wings of an eagle. As the land cows and animals stood on the bridge that connected the town to the mainland, the natives from the other side prepared to attack the town, and the woman with a rifle took aim at the cows.

Just a Thought

Last night I had a dream; I was laying bed, staring out the window at the sun. The colour sky was a deep, vivid blue, and despite the fact it was in the afternoon, the sun was very bright and pale. I was giving it a rather mischievous look, as if there was something I knew about it that no one else did. I wanted to run out and be consumed in the cold light. I was on the verge of laughing.

The Parable of Saint Carcass

Said Vile to himself, "I shall find the Grand beyond, but I must discover who the Knowledgeables are. The man investigated the public records in the Archival Dictations of Existence, but found that the only records pertaining to the Knowledgeables' identities were kept locked in the vaults. So at night the Vile crept into the Dictations, found the key to the vaults, and opened them; but inside stood only an Operational Mannequin. "Mend I what crescendo dirigible find walk past?" said the Mannequin, but Vile did not listen and slew the sprite where it stood. After finding the necessary documents, the Vile left to find the Knowledgeables. Within the forest he found Begotten, the hare. "Dear father," said Vile, "I have come to inquire as to the location of Infinity." But the hare told him nothing of the matter, but said instead, "Said quenched orange devil backs is deed." He would say nothing more, and this angered Vile to violence and he broke the hare's neck with a pebble, and left to find the next Knowledgeable. Vexation, the snapping turtle, was found in the river 's Bleed. "Neglect, I ask that you tell me the way to the Grand Beyond, for I am cordial." said Vile, but the turtle replied, "Wall lynch taste reborn for man unpurchased, sepulcher entice hepatitis" And when nothing more could be coaxed from him, Vile crushed the turtle with a rock. Vile decided it prudent to contract hepatitis, just in case. The result was a bad case of Hepatitis. He then plunged into the dark cave, and inside found Tremble, the blind salamander. Again he entreated to obtain the information, but the amphibian replied, "4-19-2 19-26-5-22 2-12-6 25-22-24-12-14-22 8-12 12-8-8-18-21-18-22-23? 2-12-6-11 25-12-23-2 18-8 11-12-7." And again nothing more was said, so Vile cut him in half with a chair. Atop the mountain Vile met the Tentacle Man with the Hidden Mouth. "Into the Grand Abyss you will thrown, but will be to you as if you aren't there at all. You will never touch, hear, smell, taste, or see the Grand Beyond. Seventeen shall be the sacred number of your Hell!" said the Man, and out of Vile's eyes, two great horns, two out of his ears, two out of his nostrils, one out of his mouth, ten out of his fingertips, upon two cloven feet he fumbled, and his skin burned to cancel the sensation of the Vibrations of Infinity. He wandered about Infinity, his body aching, starving, and his mind rotting. Rotting 'til it bled outside of his head, an aura of decomposition. A third eye, with which he hunted the vibrant and stable; clawing, ramming, goring, but never once experiencing the Grand Beyond or its Vibrations. Alone. The only manner in which he could feed (though it made no difference whether he did or not) was to absorb, from his prison in Infinity, all the dead things on the earth, slowly, painfully. Thus decomposition, rot, stench, and breakdown were born into the Crystal. And so he was, Saint Carcass.

Charles and Original Maverick

As a cult leader, I am capable of doing things that other people are incapable of doing. For example, upon occasion I will divide myself into two persons, Charles And Original Maverick, for contemplative conversationalims. Original Maverick is right about everything; what he says is what the mind is correcting in subliminal. Charles is the social secretarian of the metaphysical callous, consistently agreeing with Original Maverick, seeing as how the chap doesn't have much to speak of up that skull, and can't think of anything correct to say as a result. I keep forgetting I have a High Priestess. I have also chosen an acquaintance to be our Conscience Weaver. The Conscience Weaver sews together little dolls that we all carry around and act as our consciences, so that whenever we are faced with a decision we consult them. Hostilities that try to keep warm are far from the Grand Beyond, and know not it's magnificence. I have won, and now we have a High Ranger: border patrol for France, to make sure all the condemned stay in. There are, within our midst, followers of the devil. They emulate her in every way the best they can; they dress like her, and even try to look like her. When the Epiphany occurs, they shall assist her in all tormenting of the damned.

Elaborations

There are some things you should probably know. For one thing, I am a dancer. not the kind of fake, stupid dancing the usual idiots dance, but real dancing! I dance the Lasso, the Milk dance, the Remembering dance, the Tortilla Chip dance, the Come With Me dance, any kind of impromptu dancification of living you don't want to imagine! I should also specify the food we eat. When I first came to the states (California to be specific), I was very skeptical of the food; usually when I thought of food in America, I imagined over-processed, fake, and unauthentic imitations of food, and in general I was right. Even the beer was disgusting. Even a hedgehog would drink that junk (and that's saying something!). Of course they haven't really had much time to develop good alcohol, given that Europe has had hundreds of years to refine our beer making, and America only a couple of centuries. But then again that isn't much of an excuse, seeing as how they had all of that knowledge already at their disposal, but Americans somehow find a way to ruin most things nowadays, don't they? Bunch of cheaters who copied the ingenuity of every other nation, rather than think of anything original on their own. Mind you I'm very fond of them, albeit most of them are rather stupid, what with their language destroying minors, citizens that can't even speak English, psychologists, mind-numbingingly useless and indoctrinaful education system, strange concepts such as "Equal Rights", "Global Warming", "Going Green", and "Feminism" (whatever those are), "Christian" scam artists such as TBN, television with more channels than anyone ever watches, gun bans, liberals (although I think they're mostly just Communists in disguise), Obama (who isn't even black, I might add; and only became president because the country was deluded by a meaningless and dangerous vision, commonly referred to as "Change"), butting in on other nations' business, downright bizarre ideas such as unborn infants not being human, Pantheism (which is just a load of crap that doesn't mean anything), and infomercials. But then again, by far the most beautiful and wondrous thing that great nation ever produced, is Hillary Clinton. She is the reason for America. Everything that has happened, from the Formation of America to the invention of cowboy boots, all lead up to that point in history when the Devil incarnate was born. And as I thought, I was correct in my assumption that antelope are not indigenous to this country. They live here, but they just didn't originally. That's another way Americans are cheating: they steal other countries' flora and fauna and make them live here. Well just let them try to take our kangaroos! Bet they can't handle that! You know, Australia is a rather dangerous place, what with its blue-ringed octopi, a multitude of venomous spiders (one that even hides at the bottom of swimming pools), and platypuses. I am having thoughts of making a special drink: milk with sugar, carbonated. Milk Coke! Anyways, the food. For the most part I was right that American food was disgusting and unauthentic. Then I ate Taco Bell, which is unauthentic, but by no means disgusting. I was so chuffed by the tantalizing gloriousness of food, that I declared it the official food of the Epiphany. Also, my cult does have a Fire Master, In case you were interested. And I am looking for a High Ranger, and there are several prospects for the position, but one of them hasn't gotten back to me with their answer. The main problem is that I haven't figured out what exactly the High Ranger actually does. Also, I have found that apparently it is customary in the states for strangers to yell things like "Faggot!" or, "You look gay!" at people as they drive by them. Sometimes I'm afraid of my toenails falling off.

Winter

My children, we have reached a new mindset! With winter comes the threshold of the Grand Beyond! Push onward towards the cold and darkness of Infinity! Merge your brains with the hidden mouth of the tentacle man, and speak victorious convictions of moss! May this blessed season culminate in the salvation of tens of thousands of souls! Can you not feel it? Can you not sense the coming of a wasteland that hears nothing but of a foreign enigma and sees a green that saves of particular non-existants? May you never know the spared fictitious anomalies, who hide even in the face of innocent saviors! Multiples of them have come, and all have succeeded in their endeavors to overcome the obstacles of intellectual damnation! The Boar and the Panther will unionize to walk on two legs and bite with teeth that partake of flesh and foliage! The Cougar and the Elk will merge to trample the storm and humanize with the aid of a staff! The season of cold and dark brings the characters of blue and red, revealing who is innocent, and who is sinner. The compilation of death's instruments are bought from the salesman; of said Sheol Monger! The rain pounds foolish joy out of the wretched commoners as they hide from it's judgment! Listen to precipitation as the torrent dies down, and hear the whispers of molecular grace as they strike the surface of the newborn lake! Blackness takes over the skies as they darken with the coming ecstatic pondering! Watch the new-coming future, as the woman with no face gives birth to the children of bewilderment out from the eyeless skin! Revive Hell and give them your suffering!