Settle in the crucible both the breath of the iron snake (being taken from him when his aspect is fire) and the Dust of Soft Elixirs, then adding the SWEET crystals (those of the first of the Five Elements) and blending until their aspects become one. To this mixture must be added two and three and five measures of the Water Stone, and (to the brim of the crucible) summon again the service of the serpent, from his aspect of biting wind. Thus is perfect the potion made, and it will satisfy the formula.
Alchemy is not, as the less benevolent factions of our Conspiracy want you to believe, the quest to turn lead into gold. Rather, the transformation of base metal into noble metal is allegorical. Alchemy and Gnosis are the same thing; the goal of the alchemist is to transform HIMSELF from base humanity into something in contact with the Gods, into a more perfect being, Illuminated, comprehending the nature of himself, both profane and divine. The formula above is one step, not towards Illumination, but towards the powerful channeling of the tension that binds us and make us less like Gods and more like Richard Nixon. In addition, the formula provides a kick in the pants to the bloodstream, followed shortly thereafter by deeper relaxation. It can also be used as an aphrodisiac, though it only works on potential lovers who are already close to Gnosis themselves. In so doing, both of you will come closer to the Goddess. The Purple Sage and the Purple Throat Potion were not named for one another, despite popular rumor. The Sage did, however, have a fondness for its effects.
Went to Suzy’s hearing today, and it started off bad… but the end results were good… she’s going home today, with a reinstatement of her probation. Did she learn anything from this? Nope, I don’t think so. I, however, learned that our court systems are incredibly lenient, and that odds are good that the innocent are very unlikely to be crimed for things they did not commit…. as are criminals who did do something, you really have to be able to prove that the bad guy did something. I’m not saying all of our laws are good, or even valid… but if you break the law, someone has to try very hard to get you in trouble for it. (apparently there are a lot of people trying very hard, though… look at our prisons!)
Anyhow. Suzy free (as free as probation, anyhow.)
no more collect calls from jail, or taking messages for her friends. (so called…. they wouldn’t even visit.)
I’m guessing she should be back in a cab, driving, by next Monday.
As for myself, I suppose going to the DMV, getting a new photo ID was a good thing… I can now not get bothered when cashing my check, and so on.
Talked to the brother last night. Going with him to a new gym on Sunday.. I’ll be ready for some serious working out, now that he’s joining me. I look forward to being stronger, healthier, and looking a little better than I’ve been lately.
You are guilty of SLOTH. Based on your responses, we’re surprised that you even finished this test. Our guess is that you only took it as a way to get out of other, more pressing tasks. It appears that you’re probably living a life centered around avoiding work. Do your weekends consist of short excursions from beneath the warm covers of your bed? Do you consider TV Guide great literature? Although you may deem the remote control one of the great design achievements of the century, don’t forget that someone had to do a little work to invent it. Why don’t you try your luck and put a little effort into something as well? You may be surprised at what you can accomplish when you commit to something, besides napping.
According to early religious scholars, sloth destroys zeal. When we close ourselves to the vitality of life, the sleep of complacency gradually worms its way into our hearts. Responding to the zeal and energy of our inner nature should combat the deadening of our spiritual senses. The medieval Italian poet Dante Alighieri considered sloth only the fourth most deadly of all seven sins, behind pride, envy, and wrath. That ranking was based on Dante’s own love of sleeping.
Hm. Well, in evaluating my personal flaws… I’d say sloth (on the physical side) is the real winner for me, although I do dip into the Anger and Lust jars on occasion.
How aobut you folks? which of the big seven are you most guilty of?
Pride is excessive belief in one’s own abilities, that interferes with the individual’s recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.
Envy is the desire for others’ traits, status, abilities, or situation.
Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.
Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.
Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.
Covetousness is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Greed.
Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.
i just noticed I cna’t post on gigglecam’s journal any more… I wonder if that’s a new development, or If I’ve been banned or what? ::shrug:: I’ll keep reading, but I feel like the interactive element was lost.
working hard these last few days… killing my lj participation. enjoying reading, not much time for writing.
dug in, and crewed up most of my work early, and now I’m going ot take the last 2 hours of the day easy. maybe have some tasty wendy’s for supper… that’s where pix is off to, sooner or later. I’d have preferred the bell, but she’s addicted to the new chicken sammich. As she’s picking up, I’m totally cool with the wendy’s.
glad to see Tilly and froggy posting agin… was wondering where they ran off to. And it looks like mootpoint is back on a reg’lar schedule, too.. if a trifle sexy in his posts. 🙂 Now if only I could find out where janedeau and malam have busied themselfves off to.
I could do with a big hug… not sad or anything, just up for some hugging.
good day, fellow LJers! The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and someone in my parking lot lis blaring some badly transmitted bass (the musical tones, not the fish) through concrete into our office. yech.
Sending someone outside to take care of it now.
Getting prepared for visit to prison tomorrow… if her hearing goes well tomorrow, she’ll be out on friday… if it goes as expected, she’ll get 7 months, out in 5. if it goes poorly, she’ll get up to a year (one of the tickets was kicked out…) I’ll be glad when she’s out, if only to put a cap on the collect calls from jail I get…(at $2.50 minimum to start, at least 2x a day…for almost 3 weeks now… it adds up)
Ahh.. the booming has stopped. 🙂 good job, Bheesham. (the guy who told bass-man to get quiet.)
Anyhoo… to work, and some veggie dogs… maybe taco bell if I can convince Pixie next door to run and get it. 🙂
OH! Donated blood this am…I’m going to start keeping my tally here, if I remember to. (I’m officially at over 10 gallons! They gave me a nice certificate and stuff.) one of the best things about going in every 2 weeks is that you really get to know everybody, and all the keen freebies you get… for doing charity, I get tshirts, frequent flyer miles, free lunches, and the adoration of several nurses. A good gig. I highly reccomend it.
going to the bed now.
go ing to the bed…. now!
How foolish to have forgotten
the pinchcocks. And the tourniquet.
A sheath for every excrescence
would have been wise.
But now I’ve grown bionic
beyond my years, and whir
with positive displacement
whenever I micturate.
Small prices, really, for all
those memories of death.
as much as I liked it, the constant scanning around made me dizzy as all get out… maybe I can convince the artistically brilliant meemee to make me another one. 🙂
his new sidekick is not very good. reminds me of a local high-school broadcast level antics. poopies.