Screaming Out Shells

A shadow called Leo throws his game, 
Reflected in faces screaming red, 
And stands aside to bind his snake 
To every accusatory thread.  

Fists scream with pure reason! 
And defiant and free! 
So rapturous! 
So real! 
Phyrric victories! 

"Shouldering the burden of worldly conceit  
 Is my sole and lone task!" he surely roars. 
A shell of his Kingdom lies at his feet. 
The winged staff of the healer snapped in his paws. 

Thrust down and skewered on it's splintered shaft 
The head of the dark pig takes up the chant. 
Her insect winged fog deflecting riposte, 
Blood drool groans downwards 
To refill her trough. 

Your beast is free now. 
It's looming behind. 
Silence your ravings! 
Fall to your belly! 
Let's saddle this sour snake. 
All push to the grind! 
Face into the paving and scream all you like! 
Your livid old armour 
An Iron Maiden tonight. 


I see all your lies oozing through the holes... 

Skrying and Bill Gates

Tonight I attempted a very special meditation. First I printed off a fairly normal photograph of the ever smug looking "philanthropist" Bill Gates. Next I pinned it onto my wall in full view, sat down in full lotus position, lit a candle, said some magick words, and then stared.

I stared at Bill, unblinking. At first, there was nothing. My eyes began to tire but I persevered. Within a few minutes I noticed the flashing afterimage forming around his profile. Success! Closing my eyes, I focused on this strange, negative-image Bill and watched in silence. The Anti-Bill floated in my minds eye, a strangely coloured creature, shifting and morphing, now rather realistic looking, now a picasso caricature... but still recognisable as the geeky technology monopolist.

Moments later, the face grew, and I floated towards him! I was there! I had entered the astral light and was face to face with the man himself. I ventured forth into conversation with this strange elf:

"Oh Lord of Evil! Hear my words! What's this about you hiding away all the earth's seeds in a big vault in the artic? It sounds like mischief!

"Not a chance, human!" he snorted, plunging his ghastly paw into a bowl of live insects and cramming them into his mouth! "It's a big secret, I'm sworn not to tell so I won't! So naaaah!"

And with that he made the Secret Sign of the Broken Xbox controller at me and banished my astral avatar back into my body.

I woke with a start. Not quite sure what I achieved with all that, having come no closer to the conspiracy. Maybe someone else can enlighten me about this topic?