It is in this spirit that I present my House Imps. They are small, mysterious creatures, and will be whatever you ask of them .
I recall the time I ran away to New Orleans. The city was mystery, the city was excitement. I ended up over my head more than once. One particular rainy day I stumbled into one of those Voodoo supply stores; the sort of shop that made you feel you just entered a time warp.
Somehow, can’t recall exactly, a small wooden skull came into my possesion. As I wondered around the streets, panhandling and mooching, I began to imagine the fetish head speaking to me, guiding me through my hurdles. I ended up in the company of a strange man; met him on the street and ended up in his Pontiac, drinking beer and smoking pot. He bought me a pipe; he attended my wants. It was then that the skull showed me something.
It showed my a dangerous reality; I saw a dangerous man and a vulnerable boy; it revealed a possible future in which this stranger jeopardized my safety. He wanted. The man began to become more friendly; too friendly for comfort. The Skull had been correct. I soon abandoned the man.
Was real or imagined? Was it all in my head; did the small skull have a power? I will never know. The point is it had an effect. That part was real. I believed. And that is what is important. Belief.
So no matter what you ask of, or hear from these imps, know that ultimately it is you who are the animating Magnus.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The Helper.
It is in this spirit that I present my House Imps. They are small, mysterious creatures, and will be whatever you ask of them .
I recall the time I ran away to New Orleans. The city was mystery, the city was excitement. I ended up over my head more than once. One particular rainy day I stumbled into one of those Voodoo supply stores; the sort of shop that made you feel you just entered a time warp.
Somehow, can’t recall exactly, a small wooden skull came into my possesion. As I wondered around the streets, panhandling and mooching, I began to imagine the fetish head speaking to me, guiding me through my hurdles. I ended up in the company of a strange man; met him on the street and ended up in his Pontiac, drinking beer and smoking pot. He bought me a pipe; he attended my wants. It was then that the skull showed me something.
It showed my a dangerous reality; I saw a dangerous man and a vulnerable boy; it revealed a possible future in which this stranger jeopardized my safety. He wanted. The man began to become more friendly; too friendly for comfort. The Skull had been correct. I soon abandoned the man.
Was real or imagined? Was it all in my head; did the small skull have a power? I will never know. The point is it had an effect. That part was real. I believed. And that is what is important. Belief.
So no matter what you ask of, or hear from these imps, know that ultimately it is you who are the animating Magnus.
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