The Faux Pas Press #101
Juice For Tomorrow
By Jason Fresh
Never is there a moment when I'm not preparing for another. I just ate fat Subway sandwich, a damn Chicken Bacon Ranch Melt with BBQ sauce. Pathetic and delightful. I'm disturbed at the fact that my meals, my breath, my moments are all spent in recovery from or preparation for another moment. I'm further disturbed that there are no clear cut answers on how to prepare for these moments. The War Boys might disapprove of the newest undertaking in my life: practice yoga, some type of yoga, everyday for the next 365 days. The physical trainers, the Cross Fit gurus might disapprove, the nutritionist might comment on my lack of food discipline, but hopefully, what I lack in accuracy and diet I can fulfill with consistency. The great preparation is knowing that I have committed to an aim. I have further committed to chronicling this experiment in a work of creative non-fiction. No. Fuck that. I don't want to write that right now. I wept tonight, driving home in half silence and half folk rock music; I felt the heaviness, I felt the burden of heaven upon mankind tonight. I feel death moving upon the forces of dark power. My practice, moving into the sacred space of the Self everyday, this practice is, at its most basic, for mankind - for every soul alive, for my friends, for my enemies. I will change this world from the inside out. Hard to believe but I believe that is exactly what is now happening to me. A grand transformation is occurring deep within me. And I will not escape it. Not until it is finished. And when I am done, I will know man - for real. I will indeed know myself. And I will move with the power of Aleister, the power of the mage, the power to transform and attract all good. My life is now about this. Don't mourn for me when I am dead. Celebrate me now as you celebrate yourself.
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