Zulu Couture Chaos now reading between the line of physical worldly expressions. And at the helm of its orchestration is a wizard from beyond, the "One Who Lives One Hundred Years". He places his hands upon the Fool and blesses him with the fortitude to stay pure and focused, unscathed with the torments of the flesh. And so, after blessing the Fool with good wealth and health, he travels on.
The Afghanistan Highlands play backdrop to wandering nomads breaching international borders, and ecstatic as they are to cross over, their fear must flow over the edges. Toe to toe must not be the way to go - at least not anymore. We carry the Spear of Destiny in a case beneath my bed for crying out loud. Would you want to fuck around with that?
The Band of Bearded Unrighteous Brethren dip the balances of Athena's Scale and the Celtic gods incarnated again in each of us. Not knowing where tomorrow will take us, living on higher vibrations and spirited prayers, the Band Bearded Unrighteous Brethren tackle each day with serenity, courage, and wisdom.
That is important because I used to know this girl in Carmel, California where Clint Eastwood lives and the snooty-tooty bitches roam luxury stores. She was the one who spoke of the higher vibrations. "You are more than just that Subway sandwich you eat," Purple Goddess said. "You are what you eat," was the programmed response ingrained through years of government sponsored public health initiatives. "You are what you eat. You are what you eat. Are you going to eat that? OMG, I can't believe you're going to eat that." What she reminded me of was an important update from the ultra-dimensional mainframe. She reminded me that no one node on the endocrine hierarchy can determine the makeup of existence. That power in one chakra does not indicate power in the next. So, we reject these notions that eating prison food makes us less worthy of the gods. Besides, Chambo Fresh has the Magic Spear of Lugh beneath folds of a cloth under his freaking bed. Would you want to fuck around with that?
So these are the totems that Chambo would inherit from the gods. And so for the remainder of the Fall, he protected himself and those around him. He worked steadily on worthy aims, completing all of his sigils, and letting no one interfere. He began to let go more than other people would let go. In their minds, 'letting go' was surrender, but he had no need to surrender. He had only to let go. Not making a list of things he must do to achieve and to matter, but rather, making a list of all the things a man must do to inherit the Earth, to watch the morning come in with the tides of San Diego, to watch the Oracle's of the Northern Sky sing ballads to his safe return. And this was the story of Chambo during the Fall of the 13th hour. He would let the promotion come close without forcing it. The Eastern characters would possess him and doing their bidding would not be a challenge.
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