Well...it certianly has been an interesting week or so...
1) Got saved
2) Got a thousand smackers
3) Went to church
4) Completely changed everything I ever thought
5) Came back to everything I ever thought.
My becoming a christian is an excercise in trancendentalism, really. Oh, and the thousand bucks didn't have anything at all to do with my fellowship with Christ my Lord and Saviour, which he is (Sri Sya Dasti Sya Nasti Sya Davak Tav Yaska) , but more with my dad being a nice guy.
I'm exploring, and it's hard for me to update this, you, because this site isn't safe for work. So nyar. I'll start a xanga for you. (my old one ain't safe, because I have to keep all my christian friends in the dark)
Yesterday was the longest day in recent memory (which is ironic, because in recent memory it was actually the shortest) but it certianly had the Hand of the Goddess Eris (who, strangely, isn't contradicted in the bible. It says "Worship no god but me", but that just tells me that YHVH is a jealous god, not the only god) in it. I woke up at six to go to church, something I haven't done in eight years. Get there practically an hour early, and just talked to the pastor about It All. Church was pretty cool, the sermon was about forgiveness. Cool! I like forgiveness! So I bore witness and praised YHVH and all that good stuff, because I'm a shaman, a mathemagician now. Shaman's don't have powers themselves really, but they're on all sorts of gods' good sides. Why this matters is entirely up to you. I just think that Shamanism is a lost art and I've always wanted to be a mystic. So IMMEDIATELY after church, I drove back halfway across town and picked up my brother and we went to Gaelic Football practice and did a lot of running and push-ups and I'm rather sore today because of that plus friday night, when I was rolling across the floor of a tribal-oriented violent noise band called the Curse of Dick Wilson, with the entirety of the KC arts community. I was stomped and kicked and stepped on and hit with a keg on my leg (hee). So...bruised. But I was in a serene place. There is serenity in chaos.
Gosh...there's so much more to Holloween. I was up from six am to four am. A. Long. Day. Fo'. Sho'.
I volunteer at a haunted house that benefits a free health clinic, and I must have scared at leat 150 people, because right in a row, every minute, we were sending new people into the house. See, we painted this one wall to have a bunch of about an inchandahalf in radius day-glo orange yellow and green dots in no apparent pattern. Then I wear a long robe with the same sort of dots. You can't see me. I notice you. I snap into attack position and full-on run while raggedly screaming. A-la Dawn of the Dead. In this manner I also chased cars, ran after kids who were tick-o-treatin, and scare my girlfriend's friends. Oh, it was awesome.
Then, at twothirty am, at my GFF's house, I realized that I locked my keys in my car. I am in Kansas. Way way WAY far from home. It took us about an hourandahalf or so. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
I work till eight tonite.
I love zombies.
Is this enough? My life is so boring and contrived. You don't want to read it, do you?
Yours,
~Shaman Coronus, Mathemagician and Brother in Christ (BIC [hahaha]), SLSC.
1) Got saved
2) Got a thousand smackers
3) Went to church
4) Completely changed everything I ever thought
5) Came back to everything I ever thought.
My becoming a christian is an excercise in trancendentalism, really. Oh, and the thousand bucks didn't have anything at all to do with my fellowship with Christ my Lord and Saviour, which he is (Sri Sya Dasti Sya Nasti Sya Davak Tav Yaska) , but more with my dad being a nice guy.
I'm exploring, and it's hard for me to update this, you, because this site isn't safe for work. So nyar. I'll start a xanga for you. (my old one ain't safe, because I have to keep all my christian friends in the dark)
Yesterday was the longest day in recent memory (which is ironic, because in recent memory it was actually the shortest) but it certianly had the Hand of the Goddess Eris (who, strangely, isn't contradicted in the bible. It says "Worship no god but me", but that just tells me that YHVH is a jealous god, not the only god) in it. I woke up at six to go to church, something I haven't done in eight years. Get there practically an hour early, and just talked to the pastor about It All. Church was pretty cool, the sermon was about forgiveness. Cool! I like forgiveness! So I bore witness and praised YHVH and all that good stuff, because I'm a shaman, a mathemagician now. Shaman's don't have powers themselves really, but they're on all sorts of gods' good sides. Why this matters is entirely up to you. I just think that Shamanism is a lost art and I've always wanted to be a mystic. So IMMEDIATELY after church, I drove back halfway across town and picked up my brother and we went to Gaelic Football practice and did a lot of running and push-ups and I'm rather sore today because of that plus friday night, when I was rolling across the floor of a tribal-oriented violent noise band called the Curse of Dick Wilson, with the entirety of the KC arts community. I was stomped and kicked and stepped on and hit with a keg on my leg (hee). So...bruised. But I was in a serene place. There is serenity in chaos.
Gosh...there's so much more to Holloween. I was up from six am to four am. A. Long. Day. Fo'. Sho'.
I volunteer at a haunted house that benefits a free health clinic, and I must have scared at leat 150 people, because right in a row, every minute, we were sending new people into the house. See, we painted this one wall to have a bunch of about an inchandahalf in radius day-glo orange yellow and green dots in no apparent pattern. Then I wear a long robe with the same sort of dots. You can't see me. I notice you. I snap into attack position and full-on run while raggedly screaming. A-la Dawn of the Dead. In this manner I also chased cars, ran after kids who were tick-o-treatin, and scare my girlfriend's friends. Oh, it was awesome.
Then, at twothirty am, at my GFF's house, I realized that I locked my keys in my car. I am in Kansas. Way way WAY far from home. It took us about an hourandahalf or so. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
I work till eight tonite.
I love zombies.
Is this enough? My life is so boring and contrived. You don't want to read it, do you?
Yours,
~Shaman Coronus, Mathemagician and Brother in Christ (BIC [hahaha]), SLSC.
-Xip