Level Eight

[Celestial Dung]

All I wanted was a small portion of the universe. Someplace to call my own and to fornnicate with was much as I please. Great magi has passed and called themselves great simply on the aspect of reshaping the universe as we know it. Me I wanted a small portion of it. Someplace to call the devil and be done with it.

Yesterday I set up the propers and called out salt. I sprinkled the spice around oval circles of letters and prayed for repentance after the fact. A smoke churled collum rose and was velvet in resemblence. Thick and lightful I called it a sign.

"Grant me a small portion." I demanded. With magical proerities it is best forever to demand you demands. Otherewise they think you a ameteur.

I was now asnwered left alone with my collum and my meditations on reality. three days i was in front of the coilumn awaitng a answer from the smoke. Moses was lost on me I did not know how to deal with the obscure bibilical references.

"A small portion, just a small portion."

I was not answered. Begging and bleading I cried the tears dry until it came to my assumptions that perhaps, just perhaps, I was supposed to walk into the collumn creating a portal to the portion of the universe I was to control. Revelation is smacking your head in dim lights of brilliance. Iwalked through the column and entered and saw myself god of the universe that was saved for me.

August 16, 1972 I delved into my mothers womb and killed the fetus that was salivating for birth. Dimming out existence and recreating myself as a diety.