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Good morning my dears. I hope you are doing well today. Another morning
and the clouds have swallowed up the sun. A group of crows wait outside
the windows watching in. Our legion if you will. Times like this can
make for a very compelling sense of inspiration. Another page goes up
for our October project, and I wanted to leave you all with a little
story of an occurrence yesterday.

I sat with a homeless woman this morning, and we shared a plate of
chicken and rice in the cold morning air. There were little words
between us, and sometimes there little need be. So when a co-worker of
my own at work learned of this story, they laughed and said I was crazy.

 I told them “No, I am tired, and a bit cold. The world is 
cold, and people need something to be warm.” I hear it a lot, you know?
Look around yourself in Seattle and you’ll see plenty of homeless people
 out here. I’ve been scolded for giving change to passerby’s. I’ve been
told that it’s wrong for me to make life easier on people who can’t even
 have the help of friends or family.
 
“They’re just trying to take advantage of you!” “They’ll use that money
to go buy drugs and alcohol!” “They’re crazy people, I wouldn’t get near
 them!” ..an older man once cried beside me one night when we read a
book together at a bus stop. He’d been near everywhere in the U.S, at
least he believed in all the travels. He just..forgot what it was like
to share a moment with someone and be treated as anything but a problem.

He has a name. They all have names. They all have childhoods and
histories. They all have dreams. I’m a certain kind of crazy. The kind
like a lot of you. The kind that says it is far more crazy to walk away
from another person with the fleeting thought “What if they really
needed help.” when they just might have. Take a chance on being the
person who believed in someone, than the person who doubted them all.
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There have been those who ask why I look toward the occult and philosophies of the left hand path. At times it brings such reflections that whisper "The answers are within you all, always." I believe each and every one of ourselves is worldly, how could we not be..? We are the children of dust and ash, formed beneath stars and given shape by desire and will. To all another we are the kin of Terran, all flesh and blood. Our greatest fears at times take presence over our personal morals and sense of good. We grow weary that someone is pulling a veil over our eyes, that we're being bamboozled and therefor no one person can be allowed entry into our trust.

The veil..has already been lain over our eyes..by ourselves. Only we can remove it with patience, empathy, and compassion.  This is our world. These are our people. Children of the dirt and stars. No matter your beliefs, whether you look towards lunar mansions or astral plains, whether your soul shall return or not..do not treat this world or it's souls beneath the capability of what your heart can give. It may appear temporary to yourself, but it exists forever to all others who shall walk it's earthen halls.