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Her Prophet Laments
Jun. 17th, 2018 04:06 pm~I'm emotionally exhausted. I've slept off most of my physical exhaustion the past few days, so the emotional component is now clear. Just facing this entree is daunting....
Yeah, it's all the Trump psychosis, but shit was fucked up under Obama, too. He just put a charming face on it and made 'liberal noises' that placated the majority, even if it drove White Racists insane.
I always come back to this meme I wrote years ago....
TO DEFEAT THE CORPORATE CONFEDERACY TAKES PATIENCE AND GUILE
“Do not expect to defeat The Corporate Confederacy at the ballot box. Big Money can power its way through almost any election cycle. That is not however a call for Revolution. Big Money can power its way through those as well and rather unpleasantly.
Instead it must always be remembered that by its conscienceless and rapacious nature, the thing sows the seeds of its own destruction. Therefore what is required is both the ability to survive its collapse *and* to have another functional structure extent to replace it. Anything else is empty rhetoric.”
That becomes more apparent with each passing year, and the “other functional structure”, The Sisterhood, seems as far away as ever. This summer it will be..[counts in head]...ten years since I started to write what is now known as The Liber Sorores, The Book of The Sisters, and I have been once again stuck on the thing since last August...at about 4/5's complete.
My Spirit Guide has said that this volume is meant be a “Grand Majickal Working” eg, an Act That Will Transform. Not too much fucking pressure, eh? /sigh
I'm just...Tired..and Depressed..and Distracted..and my Faith is fucking threadbare. I've been here before, but now it feels like I have nothing left, that this whole fucking shithouse of a system is crashing faster than The Sisterhood will ever be able to outpace. The American Republic is already pretty clearly fucked.
The most exhausting thing is that I really have no choice in the matter. The essential nature of the whole Prophet gig is that one keeps going 'unto Death'. And that even attempting to get out beforehand brings Dire Spiritual Consequence. Oy...
If I was suicidal, I suppose I'd have punched my ticket already. But my Will to Live is just too mother fucking strong...
...and so it fucking is.
Yeah, it's all the Trump psychosis, but shit was fucked up under Obama, too. He just put a charming face on it and made 'liberal noises' that placated the majority, even if it drove White Racists insane.
I always come back to this meme I wrote years ago....
TO DEFEAT THE CORPORATE CONFEDERACY TAKES PATIENCE AND GUILE
“Do not expect to defeat The Corporate Confederacy at the ballot box. Big Money can power its way through almost any election cycle. That is not however a call for Revolution. Big Money can power its way through those as well and rather unpleasantly.
Instead it must always be remembered that by its conscienceless and rapacious nature, the thing sows the seeds of its own destruction. Therefore what is required is both the ability to survive its collapse *and* to have another functional structure extent to replace it. Anything else is empty rhetoric.”
That becomes more apparent with each passing year, and the “other functional structure”, The Sisterhood, seems as far away as ever. This summer it will be..[counts in head]...ten years since I started to write what is now known as The Liber Sorores, The Book of The Sisters, and I have been once again stuck on the thing since last August...at about 4/5's complete.
My Spirit Guide has said that this volume is meant be a “Grand Majickal Working” eg, an Act That Will Transform. Not too much fucking pressure, eh? /sigh
I'm just...Tired..and Depressed..and Distracted..and my Faith is fucking threadbare. I've been here before, but now it feels like I have nothing left, that this whole fucking shithouse of a system is crashing faster than The Sisterhood will ever be able to outpace. The American Republic is already pretty clearly fucked.
The most exhausting thing is that I really have no choice in the matter. The essential nature of the whole Prophet gig is that one keeps going 'unto Death'. And that even attempting to get out beforehand brings Dire Spiritual Consequence. Oy...
If I was suicidal, I suppose I'd have punched my ticket already. But my Will to Live is just too mother fucking strong...
...and so it fucking is.
