manynesses

Friday.

A meeting of spiritual guides, angular dancers, plumbers, tumblers and hoboes took place in a haunted campground. Unsafe vapors were swirling around, vexes were cast, but I was protected by the strong magic of Ham Paw & Mountain Man. We used the tripod magix to dispell the bad energy that was drawn upon the walls, literally I might add. Our coven was wistful and full of funness, the baddies retreated and most darkness was imaginary. This was auspicious. We worked on our spells and strenthened our smarts, all good. But.... upon return to the ghetto oasis Arthur and I were alarmed. The butler door was wide ajar and crack vials littered the walkway!!! uh...oh. Worse still, the flower boxes were raided. A full begonia was unplanted and taken away - next box over one of the plants was half unplanted but still clung to the soil top, grasping for life!! What foul unholy creature is capable of such naughtiness??? And in the space of 5 hours? Why? Who? Does the entity of Bushwick purge itself automatically of any semblence of prettiness and domesticity? The butler was gone on a bender.

Saturday.

A trip to the temple of doom. Wizards angry. Demanding that Fairy B stand with the relics. This is not sensible to the FB. Small badness but a charm spell was quickly cast by my butler and the jovial nature was restored. Some special ones from the NYTimes left their carvings on the tablet which was a happy sight. The tumbleweeds slowed their trek across the highway for an instance and let the travelers in. Many oddities were present in the temple. Red dots on walls and such that the FB does not agree with. Let it be known this is not her doing. She does not like. Other strangenesses were witnessed. Life proceeds to cave into the dark tunnel of failure. Later the dumbing waters flowed forth in an attempt to stabilized descent. Friends reassure and eat of meats grilled to perfection with grandma mole.

Sunday.

Travelers came in the gray shuttler, a comfortable shuttler, to whisk away the FB and Arthur and the butler. Mystic, Connecticut was the outcome. More dumbing waters and sun. Strange torments of the inner mind began creeping. The spiral widened. A discussion of the spiral is for another post. It announced the beginning of a necessary vision quest.