|05:53 pm - Jokers|
I pulled the jokers out of a deck of cards. Now, I'm staring at one.
I can't articulate how much this particular card means to me right now.
I could talk about Huizinga, or Eris, or Tina, or myself, or Mal-2, or Rev. Stang, or Mazi, or sacred fools, or the Winebago Trickster, or Eddie Izzard, or bad porn, or children, or the Children of Night. Or I could talk about none or all of these things.
But they wouldn't convey what I feel looking at this card.
Nothing is coming.
It's already here.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "The Christian", -JB
He's my male patron, I guess; goes all the way back to when I was 16 and learning to astrally project. He has a tendency in myth to drive those who refuse his worship dangerously insane; the appearance of insanity can also attach to those who do worship him, since He is a God of Mysteries. One of His names is Father Liber. He's also called Twice-Born. He's also a male god who is surrounded by women.