Sex drugs and rock and roll

Sex drugs and rock and roll muther fucker! We know it is an old and tired phrase but why man why was it said in the first place? Why you ask me? Why I’ll tell you, because it is that which transcends. Music, Sex and Intoxicants make us more than we are, they take us out of the gray cubicles we live in. It is as if you squeezed us into the ball of what “really fucking matters” and then threw us against the wall to shine the light of truth through.

I am the god of fuck. I am the GOD of FUCK. And I shall minister to all of my children one at a time, prettiest first, get in line bitches and bring me the holy lube.

To transcend. To move beyond to see that this ball of earth soaring across space is really just a short bus ride to the concert of many lifetimes. When we look beyond we realize that we take all this shit tooo seriously.

Money, power, security, fear. I am guilty, my brothers and sisters I AM a sinner. I have seen the light over and over again and I have run back to money and safety and the warm and secure. I have sinned against myself and my fellow man. I have had “deep profound soul bursting good fucks” that teach me all about the divine. I have fucked the warm hairy moist divine tunnel and come so hard I thought I had died. I have shared the ambrosia covered lips and sipped nectar from the navels of the Greats and I have remained quiet. I have committed the greatest sin my brothers and sisters, I have remained silent. I did not share my insight, in fact I looked away and planned the next time I could get a fix or hook up or slack off distracting myself once again from the magick that is right in front of my goddamned face.

I am jack’s violated sphincter. I have had lies pumped into me since I was born. The lies of dark and light, the lies of real and not-real. I have been deceived and I have deceived myself. Real is what you believe my man, what makes your cock hard and your strong heart beat, real is what brings a tear to your eye and what ignites the rage in your soul.

We are Sleeping here in the presence of majesty. The Golden Goddess beckons with a wink and a smile and we are to afraid and too lazy to move. I am sick, Sick! I tell you with this apathy.

Safety…safety is the biggest apathy, to never know pain, to throw it all away. Just like I did. I was safe all of my fuckin life. I was proper and right and safe and I felt nothing. I thought it was better to be in the middle than risk the extremes. I wanted to avoid all the roller coasters of adolescence, and I did, with my will and my clueless notion I warped myself to make it so. I banked my passions and planned my steps to success. But success is hard to find when you don’t care about the goal. Passion had its purpose and I didn’t see it.

It is time for change. The hard change, not the change of place or of job, or of bed partner but of me. We fear change because is might screw up our safe world. And we’re right, it will.