The Devil and the Drunkard
I sat on the sunny steps smoking, breathing in the warm sea air. A drunkard named Frances sat down beside me, her eyes watering, distraught and pleading. We sat in silence for a moment, then I said, ‘It hurts right? You need a drink don’t ya ?’ She nodded quietly and shamefully bowed her head. I took some loose change from my pocket and gave it to her.
‘There ya go honey, should be enough to take the pain away.’ She grabbed the money sharply from my hand and scuffled off into the summer’s fading light.
Later she returned and enlivened from the fire water asked me bluntly,
‘Are you the Devil ?’ I laughed humbly and shook my head,
‘Of course not, why do you say that? Just cause I gave you some change for ya liquor ? ‘
‘ No’, she said her eyes no longer stinging from withdrawal, ‘I saw him in a dream, he was beautiful and looked just like you’.
She took another gulp from the large brown bottle she’d purchased, taking a moment to savor the liquid medicine now diluting into her blood stream.
‘ He said he was coming for me, that I was his and it would soon be time to go with him’.
As she spoke those last words her voice slowed and her swollen eyes moved nervously about as if something was out there hunting her down.
Again I laughed to lighten the mood ‘And he looked just like me, that’s hilarious, of course I’m not the devil!’
‘ What’s going to happen to me ‘ she said her eyes now saddened but steady,
‘ I can’t stop drinking, I know it’s no good for me but I just can’t st....’
Before the last word could pass through her lips, she swayed back and forth as if delirious, her eyes starting to roll into the back of her drunken head. A strange cluck then a gargling sound came from the back of her throat and then, as if in slow motion, she slumped forward dead in front of me.
What was left of her beer poured out onto the concrete, like alcoholic blood bleeding out across the pavement.
I sat there silent, the now cooling sea breeze blowing her strong unwashed scent away from me.
Picking up my hat I fixed it firmly upon my head and looking down at her now dead and silent carcass, I whispered, ‘ You could of prayed to god young lady, but instead you summoned me and you know I don’t work for free. I’ll be seeing you soon but first there are others need attending to and debts that need keeping !’
The moon slowly peeked above the horizon flickering silver sparks across the ocean as the wind gently blew in the last of the summers breeze.
Wordz; Yanu Zsigo
Wicker Wolf Invocation
Y.Zsigo performing Wolf Invocation at Wicker Wolf Ceremony Castlefest 2019
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I often ponder what exactly is going on when we perform our various ceremonies, rituals & prayers !
Somehow and that's the magik, it creates potential and possibility inside the otherwise impossible and miraculously transforms & manifests it.
If this is the case and i know without a shadow of a doubt it is, then something so strange and marvelous
would be hard to find.
It is a constant fascination of mine, that if this method works, if communion and response from an intelligent universe is real, then what is going on here, what is it that we are immersed in.
This is not a question to answer but a rather mystery to relish & explore in !
Pan whispered in our ears ' Come to the woods, come dance with me in the green, drink from the
Fountain of Dreams, come to me, come to me '...
We live a Magickal Life one full of wonder and transformation, every day unfolds like a story from a fantastical novel, yet it it not fantasy, it is our lives and it is magickal !
What is Magic
.The clearest and most concise understanding of what magic is from a modern perspective would be hard to find. In fact most of what Alan Moore has stated in the short video i would take as a Magical Manifesto and encourage all artists to engage consciously in their creations
The Powerhouse of Potential
'If the Gods and Spirits are anything at all they are creative potential. Offering vision and power to those with the integrity to wield it, but make no mistake it is our truth that create's from this powerhouse and it is our lies and games that destroy it !
You called me i came
So i called out your name
You ran screaming to reason
To love fear and hate
When all that was needed
Was to bow to your fate
You may not of known
The power you'd spoken
The seed's had been sown
The heart strings been broken
This was never a game
To be played with like children
Now we burn at the gates
Of the Gods of creation
Poem by Y.Zsigo
Demiurg by Mateusz Twardoch