The Faux Pas Press #148
Banishing of the Black Succubus
By Chambo Fresh
The rulers of this domain do not dwell in bodies mortally stricken with addiction, bound into flesh by Universal Law. We don't battle against the flesh but against a host of energetic principality hell bent on destroying the Warriors of Helaman, dedicated to the aim of the Second Law of Thermodynamics. The can and will visit you in the night if you let them, allow the chakras of the human soul stay stagnant or incommunicative. Pick up your sword and win glory. Find the channels for energy that linger beyond the seen, find the hiding place of all that is good within, find the immortal lost somewhere in the deep and grab him by the hand. Always shown what to do. At your most unforgiving hour, you will be shown what to do - for it is promised. Now and forever. There are no powers so great that they can not be trumped by he who is mighty to save, no Black Succubus that has power over the warrior within.
I dreamt a succubus came to my body and began to torment - like a vagabond slug sent to remind me. There might be habits in life that seem to suit us. Might be towers built on grandiose hills far away, egotistical fortresses built for a safeguard of nothing, but there is one, as I have said before, there is one who to the Garden comes. Find him - that vagabond god within the soul waiting to unleash a storm of good upon this darkened world. And the skies will shake at your presence. The Christ will move through you like vibrant electrical surge. The powers of darkness, the succubus of the deep, the very foundation of the Earth will quake with intention. And there you are. Solid. All else will drift away. And they do. And she does. And he does. And there you are. Unmovable. Standing in the realms of kings, the kings who sit upon curbsides for thrones.
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