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Just random miscellanea of the weekend, in no particular order . . .
The notion of Set hitting on Valkyries is one that will haunt me for quite some time . . .
Feeling the joyful resonance of Het-hert rippling out in a concert by Loren Davidson as he got the crowd laughing, singing along, pegging beach balls at each other. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jenett: yes, that Loren.)
Picking up a stone sphere and feeling reminded of Yinepu; putting it down and getting that sudden, "Hey! What are you putting that down for?" feeling. Weighing it a moment, and then buying it for Him.
Feeling for the first time the enfolding embrace of Aset's wings, draped over my shoulders and down my sides, as I heldbrooksmoses in the middle of a very dark night.
And on the material side of the world, I had a really brief encounter with someone I think was a Dionysius priest or at least a follower (he was carrying a bottle of booze and a thyrsus) which made me ponder my brewing ... the stuff tasted great. And I got told what was in it. *hand-rubbing cackle*
The best part of attending a Discordian High Mass is that I know the entire liturgy. And thus had the following sanctified disruption, which pleases me most mightily:
The notion of Set hitting on Valkyries is one that will haunt me for quite some time . . .
Feeling the joyful resonance of Het-hert rippling out in a concert by Loren Davidson as he got the crowd laughing, singing along, pegging beach balls at each other. (
jenett: yes, that Loren.)Picking up a stone sphere and feeling reminded of Yinepu; putting it down and getting that sudden, "Hey! What are you putting that down for?" feeling. Weighing it a moment, and then buying it for Him.
Feeling for the first time the enfolding embrace of Aset's wings, draped over my shoulders and down my sides, as I held
brooksmoses in the middle of a very dark night.And on the material side of the world, I had a really brief encounter with someone I think was a Dionysius priest or at least a follower (he was carrying a bottle of booze and a thyrsus) which made me ponder my brewing ... the stuff tasted great. And I got told what was in it. *hand-rubbing cackle*
The best part of attending a Discordian High Mass is that I know the entire liturgy. And thus had the following sanctified disruption, which pleases me most mightily:
- Crowd: Hail Eris! (and various other chaotic shouting)
Me: Hail yes!
Officiant: You've been reading ahead.
Small child next to me: That was a bad pun!
Me: That was sacred liturgy.
Child: That was a bad pun.
Officiant: That was sacred liturgy!
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Did he get anywhere? I mean ... from what I understand, they lack .... equipment.
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I feel myself drawn into this, it's so visual and tactile and kinetic all at once. And the right feeling for the day for me, too.
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I dunno, man, I'm just the writer, hey?
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