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Playing with the devil aka “Bibliomancy”

Playing with the devil aka “Bibliomancy”

From the Bhagavad Gita:

If they depart in the flame, the light, the day, the bright weeks of the moon and the months of increasing light of the sun, those who know Brahman go unto Brahman.

But if they depart in the smoke, the night, the dark weeks of the moon and the months of decreasing days of the sun, they enter the lunar light and return to the world of death.

These are the two paths that are for ever’, the path of light and the path of darkness. The one leads to the land of never-returning: the other returns to sorrow.

Haha, I love finding relevance within literature and religious texts that I can tie to Led Zepplin songs. I chose this book today because of the best dream analysis I received yesterday. What this could mean to me, I haven’t yet divined. But it gives me a good reason to give you this:

The two paths

And remind you of Tolkien when you listen to this Badassness.

I still think that Robert Plant was, perhaps still IS the epitome of sensuality. RAWR.

Another throwback: Kumquat


I was talking to your mom the other day

She called me her “little kumquat”

Like it had only been a week since we talked

Not 12 years since she last called me her kumquat

And tried to talk me into taking you to Alaska with me:

Maybe I should have, ha

She was always the woman I wanted to be

Strong and powerful, a female Robert Plant,

Oozing sensuality and a wiseness beyond years…

I think she was probably my first girl crush

I used to think her and my dad would be so perfect

But then you and I would have been weird, ha

Such a stark contrast to my own mother:

Always weak and needing a man to fix everything.

Your mom represented everything feminist I wanted

Looking at her now, I suppose I always saw

What it was I needed to see, needed to emulate

It has taken some time and some men and some women

But I think I have it finally figured out, ha

A tall Celtic goddess in my mind,

The Lady Lazarus I pictured:

She is still the wise woman archetype in my dreams,

Imparting wisdom I must already know.

She shed light on how my son is like her own,

Yet still different.

No, I guess she doesn’t envy me.

But I guess I still envy her, ha.