Master of Shrouds
Joined: April 2003
|Posted: April 10 2003,5:36 pm
In ¬†the old days, the journey and anticipation of looking for a book, or finding one that leaps out at you has sadly had its day ¬†
Getting dressed in your gothic fineness, catching the bus listening to your walkman blaring the Sisters of Mercy, walking through the city on a cloudy day, bumping into other 'mages' and stopping to have a coffee while talking the occult, and then browsing the badly lit occult bookstore for that book that's been burning a thought in your mind.
With sweaty palms and a large amount of glee, you walk over to the large 'occult' section and peruse it's contents - the book you want it there! (amongst heaps of its kind)
You pick it up and feel and electric charge through your arm, you leaf through the book, and wonder at it contents, imagining what new secrets and skills it will depart to you. You walk to the counter briskly, throw the money on the counter, and make your way to a park bench to begin reading, too eager to wait for the 1/2 hr bus trip home! ¬†
10 years later......
Now in boxer shorts, by your lonesome, you can do a search for Angel magic, Druidry or Chaos......the old occult bookstores are now brightly lit with too many books on Wicca, a small part of one shelf is dedicated to 'Dark Side' magics....perhaps 3 books......
It's just not right ¬†
"I'm the resurrection-man, who steals his own corpse
and abducts himself to the beloved catacombs and vaults".