Is Anyone At Home

Two hundred numbers in my phone
Is anyone at home
To make a new connection
There are days I think I’ll call them all
Shock a stranger to a call
To avoid the introspection

Yes I’m looking for a new friend now
Like the one from childhood
No one since then was like her
Do those come only once a life how
Rare it is for one life’s runner
To find love that close and good

I am not crying it’s just allergies
I eat pink pills all day to kill
The constant sneezing nose
Now that the rain is gone the flowers
They will make me wish for stone
Alone that is the way it goes

How I wish that I could sing it all
But I can only hear it in
My head so I live within again
If I can just wait one more day ’til Fall
I still forget about it all
Until it once more starts to rain

Ravan’s Second Letter To The World

So. Magic. What’s it all about, then? I wonder what you were after when you go into the game. It’s usually something. Something specific that you think is worth taking risks for. Money. Sex. Revenge. Power. Enlightenment. Thinner thighs in thirty days. It’s a long time ago for most of you, I know. Maybe you don’t remember. Fuck, maybe you don’t even want to. But I’ll tell you something for free. At rock bottom, it’s always about the same thing. It’s always about entropy. The Universe is winding down. Things fall apart. The moving finger writes, and what it writes is “Tough shit.” You can’t get something for nothing. Like God said to Adam when he kicked him out of the garden, “Now you’ve got to work for a living.” If there ever was a free lunch, it ended right there.

So we push and we pull and we sweat. Putting in a shit-load of energy to get a little back. Third Law of Thermodynamics, right? The one we all love to hate. Cheers. But with magic, it’s different. Or it could be. Case in point — this fine old plonk. How did it get here? Grapes had to ripen. Peasants had to toil. Some plucky kid in Marks and Sparks had to zip a long the aisles with his pricing gun. Lots of effort. Lots of energy. And once it’s gone, it’s gone. When things fall apart — they do not put themselves back together again. But if you ask a demon to bring you some wine — or jiffy some up with a spell — well, you’re cheating the taxman, aren’t you? It comes for free. No grapes. No peasants. No entropy. So here we all are, then. Chasing the earthly paradise. Trying to sneak back into Eden through the back door, because work is for mug punters. You stupid arrogant little shits. We’re not playing fire, — here we’re playing with napalm. There’s a war on and we’re whoring with the enemy for pennies. Innocent people die when we fuck up. And we fuck up all the time. Oh, don’t get me wrong. Eden’s a nice place. I was there a few months back. Left a piece of myself buried in the ground there, for reasons I won’t go into. So I can tell you, God hates our kind most especially. The cheats. The hellblazers. The collaborators. Look — this is what Heaven has to say to the likes of us!

My Friend Ravan’s First Teaching

There is always a lot of bull going around the net… it’s nothing new… no one can see you so you feel you can say anything and its all good… frankly I don’t care either and wouldn’t have said anything too if people hadn’t acted like this was nothing at all and treated it as a good joke or game… now people say and post a lot of stupid stuff they don’t even know anything about trying to appear smart and important when nothing actually is but I won’t just sit back and let this go… coz people have been hurt here…

Insulting someone (intentionally or otherwise) and then saying you were trying to help them isn’t right.. What gave us the right to say something about how someone else is or how someone should live their lives? You ‘think’ you know something about anyone? No….you can’t even fathom the millions of tiny deaths a person dies since they are born… and trying to act like you get them or dare to tell them how to face their lives isn’t just a huge stupidity on our part but it is an insult to the suffering people have undergone… maybe im the biggest hypocrite here for saying any of this but I have to…coz when a person has been broken again and again all their lives by the same persons they care about they are no longer in a state to listen to how they are living their lives wrong or how they should tough it out… they just need someone to love them and to care for them.. and I’m not talking about that love everything just coz you ought to crap just to be a part of the hip new age enlightened camp but to actually look into a person’s heart despite their little eccentricities and see the little things that make them amazing…
You want to be a teacher? You want to be called a master? Well here are a few pointers…
the path that works for you may not work for everyone else too… just like every finger in the hand is different, every person is different too…
and the thing teachers forget the most is like everything else in life the roles of a teacher and a student are also never fixed… the same person you are trying to drill lessons into may be the one holding the key to the next chapter of your book… you say meditation helps??? Well meditate on that….

Dedicated to AS.
Thank You Ravan