The little animal in the sky
Why do people trust the advice of a complete stranger?
Would you dial a random phone number or visit a random house on the city map and ask them how you should invest your money or whether or not you should date someone?
That's what people do when they read the daily horoscope, consult Tarot cards, talk with Astrologers, etc.
Take my horoscope for today, for instance:
"Leo
You're ready to roar, and how! Something (or someone) has ignited a fire under you, and you're back to your old self. Feels good, doesn't it? Now that your energy is back where it usually is, it's time to tackle a few lingering items on that ol' to-do list that you just weren't able to tackle during your downtime. If the load looks to be too much, don't hesitate to call upon trusted friends, allies and colleagues to help you take care of them."
Now what the hell does this person writing this little paragraph know about me? Why would they say "Hey you're a Leo - therefore you should act like this today!"?
As a matter of fact, whoever wrote this actually guessed lucky as Hell as to the way my spirits are starting to uplift one more, now that I have less than 30 days in this shit hole. With Melanie gone, it's strangely lonely once again, yet empowering and enabling at the same time - like I'm no longer having to babysit another Lost Soul. But how often are these damn things wrong? I'm saying more often than alot of people care to admit.
I would catch Melanie surfing the net at work, looking at Tarot Card websites. I told her to quit wasting her time and to ask someone whom has more experience and can give her better advice than some electronic keyboard ever could - ME. For roughly the past 10 years now, I've been involved with the occult as I've mentioned on so many different entries and can smell bullshit a mile away before it even hits. I've also developed the ability to take notice of people more carefully than I have in the past and have developed a strange sense of being able to pick out who is equally involved and who isn't. Unless they're a master of deception (as Melanie once referred to me) and can hide the shit better than the fucking Holy Grail itself, I can pick it up usually after meeting someone within the first 5 minutes.
Still, I would much rather trust the sound advice of a good friend than some crackpot like Miss Cleo as she's sucking on a chicken leg while giving me a load of bullshit for $3.95 a minute. I would rather look at my own short-comings and try to rise above them, instead of pouring endlessly over Tarot Cards or trying to decipher some obscure message on a Ouija Board. It floors me that people would go with the advice of a complete stranger and perhaps a total hack than to trust their own instincts in dealing with a situation.
I remember when I first started taking an interest in the occult - I had been introduced to it through Donna and started to research it the first time I was here in Korea. The little book store on base stocked the Llewelyn series books penned by authors like Scott Cunningham and Silver Ravenwolf that I still own to this day. While I have long outgrown their fundamental teachings, it did get me pointed in the right direction for more serious pursuits. I remember seeing catalog ads in the back of these books and figured for $7.95 I could order one to see what they stocked.
Let me tell yah - they stocked some really cool things like herbs and other basic ritual accessories, but then you had the definite huckster that was out to swindle rubes for all they were worth. Some asshole was selling what resembled a bicycle helmet with missile fins attached to the top of it and was asking some ridiculous price for the piece of shit - $400 I think. He claimed it would help you channel your psychic abilities, but you would have to be a total fool to believe any of it. Still, a part of me believes some asshole was dumb enough to fall for it and fork over his cash in hopes of getting the upper hand on his loser Pagan buddies. P.T. Barnum said it best - "There's a sucker born every minute" - just like Cheech and Chong sold Cherokee Hair Tampons to the idiots of South Park.
Well if people are going to be that gullible, then Presto, Change-o! I am the Great Machine de Mephistopheles, and I can predict your future for the low price of $100! I can tell you upon reciept of payment that a fool and their money are soon parted, and to never wise up a sucker! I will even go so far as to dress up in gaudy clothing and call it "authentic" practitioner garb, use table salt and claim it to be rare crystal formations found at the edge of the world that possess unique and psychic energies, and for those truly wishing to witness the experience, I will chant mystical tomes in a language lost millenia ago but recently unearthed from an excavation site in the Himalayas that will oddly resemble complete and utter gibberish.
Don't delay! Do it today! Send me ALL your money for a spiritual (rude) awakening!
And Blessed-Be!
Would you dial a random phone number or visit a random house on the city map and ask them how you should invest your money or whether or not you should date someone?
That's what people do when they read the daily horoscope, consult Tarot cards, talk with Astrologers, etc.
Take my horoscope for today, for instance:
"Leo
You're ready to roar, and how! Something (or someone) has ignited a fire under you, and you're back to your old self. Feels good, doesn't it? Now that your energy is back where it usually is, it's time to tackle a few lingering items on that ol' to-do list that you just weren't able to tackle during your downtime. If the load looks to be too much, don't hesitate to call upon trusted friends, allies and colleagues to help you take care of them."
Now what the hell does this person writing this little paragraph know about me? Why would they say "Hey you're a Leo - therefore you should act like this today!"?
As a matter of fact, whoever wrote this actually guessed lucky as Hell as to the way my spirits are starting to uplift one more, now that I have less than 30 days in this shit hole. With Melanie gone, it's strangely lonely once again, yet empowering and enabling at the same time - like I'm no longer having to babysit another Lost Soul. But how often are these damn things wrong? I'm saying more often than alot of people care to admit.
I would catch Melanie surfing the net at work, looking at Tarot Card websites. I told her to quit wasting her time and to ask someone whom has more experience and can give her better advice than some electronic keyboard ever could - ME. For roughly the past 10 years now, I've been involved with the occult as I've mentioned on so many different entries and can smell bullshit a mile away before it even hits. I've also developed the ability to take notice of people more carefully than I have in the past and have developed a strange sense of being able to pick out who is equally involved and who isn't. Unless they're a master of deception (as Melanie once referred to me) and can hide the shit better than the fucking Holy Grail itself, I can pick it up usually after meeting someone within the first 5 minutes.
Still, I would much rather trust the sound advice of a good friend than some crackpot like Miss Cleo as she's sucking on a chicken leg while giving me a load of bullshit for $3.95 a minute. I would rather look at my own short-comings and try to rise above them, instead of pouring endlessly over Tarot Cards or trying to decipher some obscure message on a Ouija Board. It floors me that people would go with the advice of a complete stranger and perhaps a total hack than to trust their own instincts in dealing with a situation.
I remember when I first started taking an interest in the occult - I had been introduced to it through Donna and started to research it the first time I was here in Korea. The little book store on base stocked the Llewelyn series books penned by authors like Scott Cunningham and Silver Ravenwolf that I still own to this day. While I have long outgrown their fundamental teachings, it did get me pointed in the right direction for more serious pursuits. I remember seeing catalog ads in the back of these books and figured for $7.95 I could order one to see what they stocked.
Let me tell yah - they stocked some really cool things like herbs and other basic ritual accessories, but then you had the definite huckster that was out to swindle rubes for all they were worth. Some asshole was selling what resembled a bicycle helmet with missile fins attached to the top of it and was asking some ridiculous price for the piece of shit - $400 I think. He claimed it would help you channel your psychic abilities, but you would have to be a total fool to believe any of it. Still, a part of me believes some asshole was dumb enough to fall for it and fork over his cash in hopes of getting the upper hand on his loser Pagan buddies. P.T. Barnum said it best - "There's a sucker born every minute" - just like Cheech and Chong sold Cherokee Hair Tampons to the idiots of South Park.
Well if people are going to be that gullible, then Presto, Change-o! I am the Great Machine de Mephistopheles, and I can predict your future for the low price of $100! I can tell you upon reciept of payment that a fool and their money are soon parted, and to never wise up a sucker! I will even go so far as to dress up in gaudy clothing and call it "authentic" practitioner garb, use table salt and claim it to be rare crystal formations found at the edge of the world that possess unique and psychic energies, and for those truly wishing to witness the experience, I will chant mystical tomes in a language lost millenia ago but recently unearthed from an excavation site in the Himalayas that will oddly resemble complete and utter gibberish.
Don't delay! Do it today! Send me ALL your money for a spiritual (rude) awakening!
And Blessed-Be!
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