Clarity, the nothingness of existence

Our lives, molecules squirming passed each other specimen slide vying for a comfortable position in amongst other, but never do. 

I'm still among them trying to live among them, vy for a place. I may know how it works but I still live here. It may seem better not know, play dumb and just march along with the masses. I don't want to show anyone the way. 

That's why preachers and teachers of all kinds push to create sects to believe in. All I want to do is watch, observe and note the passing of time until I expire. Let's not make it difficult nor painful. Enjoy the decades as they pass left and write. The way things work is fine. I've always felt but unlike most I could never come to terms with the nothingness of existence. 

It's like I'm late to the game. 

Beyond knowing the simplest of truths there seems to be nothing else; what is beyond the simple truth. 

There is no blue medal or a great award. There is nothing know. I've written and thought about this for a very long time but now, it is clear.

Clarity isn't anything new and life has been made clear for so many before. Doesn't make you a better person or even a good person, really, what is good, what is bad. It's still very easy to take advantage of people. 

Is that it all there is? 

I could stay blind to the lack of importance of truth and just accept what I've been shown.

I feel almost let down, disappointed in the conclusion; where's the cheese. As if I've completed the maze and I get nothing for it. So why not have fun running through the maze when the maze is actually the point? Or make it the point?

I feel like there's nothing more to say.

All this life and that's all there is...

Makes me almost angry but I found the truth and it's so simple yet humankind makes it so complex and tragic wrapping in so much myth that it has killed people. 

So In Love

Her face, so enchanted.

A man and a woman so enchanted

Are they married?

Are they having an affair.

Neither matter

The joy in their faces, their smiles.

Maria & Matthias

La Dona

Maria & Matthias


“Dando y dando, palomita volando”  if you receive you must give

"Que Papi?" Maria looked up from laying on the grass.
"I hope that you will take flight as you grow... take flight with wings of great integrity. And share all that you have learned."
"What will I have learned, Papi?"
"Todo querida."
For how long?
Forever.
"And who will I share it with?"
She works and looks at Matthias.
"Your greatest love."

Memories…
And she longed for...
All that she left and was…
All she had known, wanted and who?
Alone...she longed for all she promised herself, those she dreamed of and still dream of...



Maria...her name was Maria, Maria Agatha... the Latin form of Mary, derived from the Hebrew Miryām, a name of debated meaning. Many believe it to mean "sea of bitterness" or "sea of sorrow." However, sources cite the alternative definitions of "rebellion," "wished-for child," and "mistress or lady of the sea." The name is borne in the Bible by the mother of Jesus, the son of God. It is not what she imagined and would not imagine the thought for years. Maria was just a young girl and the only male presence in her life was her father who could never entertain any sexual urge or thought to satisfy Maria. She was not even a woman yet but the presence of Matthias would begin to change those thoughts, make her see, make her aware of the woman present and call it to attention, call her to appear and wonder of her needs, desires and questions that would have been answered with the help of a mother who was never in her life.


Matthias... his name was Matthias, "gift from God," typically given to the much desired first born son of a Christian family. Matthias therefore usually has a healthy sense of self-worth, strong, independent and self-assured. Matthias' mother had become a Christian while her husband, The King, would lead his people in the war against Portugal, as she became the traitor, embraced Christianity, converting herself and the child and naming him as such to earn and satisfy her weaker religious needs.



Maria, born upon the death of her Mother, Don Lilo's wife, Agatha ..Maria never had the chance to caress her mothers breast. Suckle a toast to life, from her mothers nipples, salute the abundance a child should expect, instead she found her own way. Loving her Father but needing a mother. Agatha died at the violent hands of strangers, white men invaders in Africa during the Portuguese occupation of Mombasa. Mombasa, where Matthias' Father, The King Ruled. It is where they both promised each other to care for the others current child. And it is why Lilo is accepting Matthias' arrival. For Matthias would become King after his Father, the King of his home, a just man who was deceived by the Portuguese into giving away his peoples land.

Maria imagined she could see the coast of Africa across the sea from where she lived with her Father in Catania. Their home sat on the edge of a stream that flowed into the Mediterranean.
"Tell me again Father where he will be coming from?"
"Over the horizon, we can't see from where he will be coming. The land he will be coming from is distraught. The Portuguese have landed and are taking their home from the people. Matthias will stay here until it is safe for him to go back. Until his Father the king and his mother can be found. Until then he will stay here with us."

Of all of Maria's Father's offerings to her, friendship with Matthias she cherished most though spoke the least about, to whom she would never pledge her love and instead waited too long.

"In a city deep in Africa. Along with his people, he battles the Portuguese for control of the land he is king of."
"But if it's his land why are the Portuguese fighting for it."
"Because the Portuguese believe they can manage it better."
Maria looked back at her Father. "Matthias' Father must submit or battle for control. I've known the king many years."

“The world would in times of strife, help with the cost of influence whether invasive or persuasive changing your home because the world can and truly believes their way is the right way, and they violently force their way, insisting, insisting... out of fear that their way may not be the singular right way, their way enslaves you.”

"It is greed Maria. In a world where people often need help, a much stronger aggressor often becomes invasive in the effort to offer help and instead becomes the aggressor and uses the weaker to feed off."
"Feed?"
"Yes feed. People feed off the weakness of others. There those believe know the and those believe who believe they guidance.

This world angers me, Maria.
Why Papi?
“So few are satisfied with what they have to live the rest of their lives but always want it all for the express purpose to oppress others who don’t have and never have had enough."
Don Lilo had was often heard commenting with another statesman about the Portuguese interest in Africa, "we battle the white man to influence and control all of the other black influence.

Their friendship was established quickly, soon after Matthias arrival from the near Mediterranean shores of Africa soon after they were introduced. Matthias traveled with his Mother away from what would become Kenya after colonial period, his father a tribal King fighting the Portuguese.


Don Lilo's house, by the river, so quiet, a visitor would barely notice that it was occupied.
Old, unkempt, so loved and lived in, the house, a woman given to laying about in the sun, by the pool waiting for her lover to be free. Maria and matthias became the best of friends until they aged to include the thoughts of lovers... a matter of time until those thoughts bore fruit, set root and sprout quickly to become lovers.

Maria the love of innocence in sync with the innocence and love of a child in matthias  who would become a Kenyan King yet the darkness of truth whirled in their heat, a wheel of fortune spinning with choice.

Regret, at so young an age, is regret unto oneself…one looks at how brief life is and regrets the unfortunate choices made as battles lost without ever having fought them…


“Maria, baba yangu amekufa.”

“I’m sorry matthias? Did you say? Your father - ”

“Yes, my father has died.”
“I’m sorry, matthias.” She sat up, having laid down on the warm sunlit green grass.
Matthias, the dark haired, handsome boy, The Moor child, she’s grown so fond of, who stayed and Don Lilo adopted until he had grown into a young man, matthias he was called by his family, so fond he was of Maria and knew for so long ago as she matured into a young woman, who amused her in youth, long before Baldo, never could...even though matthias was looked upon as suspicious by so many. Maria noted his dark skin as others noted and became apparent to others and worried some without cause.
“When did he die?” Said Maria.
“A communique your father handed to me, from my mother.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes.”
“Really, your mother? She’s been found?”
“Yes, una carta. A note from my father before going into battle and another from my mother that she came out of hiding and found notes from my father letting my mother to whom he left me with and where. After that I was easy to find, but for the distance she traveled to find me was great. Did you know your father was a warrior, he fought along side my people, alongside my Father, Maasai Warriors for the Portuguese.”
“My mother angered my father by giving me a christian name in addition to a warrior name.”
“Then your father as a Somali Warrior must've had a warrior name. What is your warrior name?”
"My father did and I do. My father divulged it to me when I was very young, long before I understood the purpose and it's meaning. A small piece of paper he entrusted me not to show to anyone, even my mother but I want to show it to you."
"Yes matthias  I love that you entrust me." She felt queer but refreshed. For as long as they had known each other, been together as friends, they were on the verge turning of mind to become adults and were sure they never would. They would always only be friends the rest of the way. War, death and family commitment would force them apart.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Of you? Yes."
"You will keep my secret."
"I will."
"My Father called me Simaloi."
Maria held the small note written in Swahili on a thin sheet of bark held close and carefully to her breast.
"What does it mean, Simaloi?"
"It means no matter how difficult my challenge is, I am capable of completing it by being exceptional, my quick wits and my tremendous adaptability to various powers. Which is why I am always needed! I have a special  special talent of coping with all hurdles that makes me indispensable."


"I don't know much about my Mother, she died soon after I was born. My mother, Consuela was a distant cousin of your Father's." The weight of her sadness came washed over her again as it had so often before but knowing of Matthias' happiness...


"Matthias?"
“My father has died.” His voice had lowered in timber in the few short years they knew each other, in those few short years Don Lilo cared for him, and Maria came to love him.
"My mother traveled far with her aides and she told me the sadness, far from our home, Abiba."
“It isn't so but I always imagined this was your home, I feel we came to be as...one."
“I will miss you matthias.”“I will miss you too Maria.”
...she longed for…


Her father, Don Lilo…the day before his death upon which he left her a trinket and a thought of defiance, “Dando y dando, palomita volando”...he sang as she danced roundabout his guidance...once he was everything to her but she never really knew him. And now there was only darkness…then Lilo gave way Matthias and they danced about in looming desire...
matthias was already gone and age distanced them more. The world had changed and she sought more and looked where never expected.
They are a couple in love they became older and their love became real though unsure. She was fascinated by his physique and him with hers. Time limited, his mother coming get him.
From afar she could see him talked at a distance she could see him talking to his mother.
This is something both expected and dred.


Maria, she watched matthias walk away, a kiss unkissed, a touch untouched, a desire or undesired...Matthias looked back as mother tugged...
matthias was raised in the house of a Spaniard, in the arms of their love, he walked away from her, feeling her release she watched him as he walked, along the river bank away from the bridge and... as if he missed the crossing then walked up to the foot of the bridge, looked the length then looked back at Maria. She was going to be different, grow different, become important and it was time and though they didn't hear a call, it seemed they were, as if they were.


"matthias, do you believe in God," she asked.
I dream of God and yearn to sleep when awake to open the caverns of God when I sleep. I know God is there but I can never find God. I love to talk about God. The mystery of God is that there is so much to know because there is so much mystery. Simply put, God has created us and yet we really don't know why.
Caverns?
Yes, God's presence is deep, almost unknowable, deep, but look often, look often and the walls will open, you will become aware.
Have you been there, to God's Caverns?
Not yet, but I dreamed that I had dreamed of them, one day, I will find my way there.


Tell me about the Caverns of God.
God is not a person, a being you can categorize.
But the Cavern's?
God lives no where but is all over, to behold, to have a presence
For a moment she tried to imagine his thoughts.
I have been there Maria. Gods Caverns. How? But you say it can not be categorize, God has no home. But I have seen it. Not in a dream but not asleep but and expanse of being I don't understand but that I don't clearly.
Matthias, I didn't know that you were so aware of God.
He looked confused by her query.
True, you and I have never spoke of this but I have thought of God often. I spent many years as a child. I don't know when I started. One day I was aware of these thoughts. I talked to the Catholic priests and the Priests and wise men of our Tribe not so much to follow but to learn why. To know the purpose.
Come matthias his mother called. It is time to go.
Maria watched from a distance, the child with his mother, they talked and she felt their loneliness invade, a darkness from without felt clouding her sight of him.


Don Lilo watched from an upper floor window as Matthias walked away. When they were gone Don Lilo walked to Maria seated by the pool.


"I will miss him father."
"I will miss him also, Maria."
"Why does he have to go."
"His mother needs a man for the house. For Matthias it is that time. He has become a man, that man needed to assume the duties of a man, a King, to carry on his father's wishes at which his mother will be come disappointed when he becomes a man and that King he must and not son she can't have."


"And why do you not need a woman?"
"Yes. Your mother. Your mother died, you know that. I decided that after your mother I would prefer to be without a woman. Maybe one day long from now, in a different place as different people and in a different way, you and Matthias will meet again."
"What way will that be, Father."
"Ese es el futuro, mi Palomita, no puedo decírtelo."

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Someone woke up in a grumpy mood and then some

Storytelling, Nothing Better

I've been doing so since I was a child. Rarely thought of publishing, read many books but I always felt writing was my outlet, telling my own stories to me, entertaining myself instead of commenting and criticizing on others work I would produce what I liked for me. While I found, read and enjoyed the work of others the best was always mine. I've said it my whole life, "if you don't like it, make your own"...

Education Isn't What It Used to Be

The epidemic of mass shootings...
Education is different now...
I remember school, dangerous depending on where you went, guns weren't prevalent but they were there a result of poverty now a result of youth social dissociation because growth is occurring at a faster pace than we expect. Adulthood coming on too fast.
Death, is happening too often.
Thinning of the herd becomes more apparent.

What is Magick

Intent...action with purpose

that ends in a result

for which you always ask why...as if every question you must answer and ask...

magic...

I feel myself changing and I don't know why or to what if too anything at all... But then l do...

Magic...is learning, to learn, something, to know, to know something that will result in more...change...

useful language, communication and ways...

Intention itself is the reason by which you act achieve...

you ask a question the intention is to receive an answer...you can't ask without getting an answer...

why did it take so long to get to this point of intent?

intent is very much an important point.

you are the ruler of your life of yourself...rule your life as a ruler governs over its subjects...

Magic is writing, the means by which I evoke the magic of imagination, the magic of intent, desire.

I have the tools with which I can cast to others. 

No matter the physique you show thought is constant. 

I have many of the tools for the magick I conjure. I have been conjuring magick all life and never saw it for what it has been all this time. 

I'm renaming with intent. The intent has always been there however the renaming of the writing to conjuring is new and completely self-taught and self-learned. 

I've been talking about intent on my part all this time but the conjuring with magic always. 

Yoga is one of those tools...

A tool to manifest... Magick is a desire to manifest ones desire

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