O Pan, O Prometheus, O Morning Star and Changer,
O Horned Lord of the Forest,
O Cornu, O Herne, You of the Sacred Horn, the Cornucopia,
That which Begins at Nothing and Spirals out to the All:
Use my mouth and use my tongue to say what you would to these
gathered here today.
I AM the Mutagen, the Dancer of the Patterns of Change,
the Madness of the Rut, the Cradle of Diversity.
To you I give the Fire of the Gods,
The fire you use to build Great Empires
And the Fire that burns in the Hearts
of the Folk
to bring those Empires Crashing Down;
The Fire to make your Machines and Gadgets and Toys
And the Fire that will Consume them all;
The Fire burning bright and brilliant
Quenched in the Holy Waters of the Goddess--
She my Mother, my Sister, my Consort, and my Desire.
Her I protect with Valor,
Couple with Lust and Passion,
And to Whose Sacrifice I Give Myself Freely.
I am Pan and Kokopelli, Johnny Appleseed, and the Milk Man.
I am the wandering outcast who visits your village,
Leaving behind Strange Looking Children.
I am Dionysus, Brother of Muses
of Ganja, of Amanita, of Ergot,
the Fruit of the Vine, the Flower of the Weed,
the Cap that Bends the Mind,
Budding Blooms in Laughing Rooms,
The Odd Thoughts,
The even Odder Dreams,
And the Ever Burning, Ever Sustaining Passion
to Make those Dreams Real.
Chant: "Each in All and All in Each."
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Breeding groups of humans reach
Like tentacles through time
Brushing mixed blessing of sentience
The Mineral, the Herbaceous, the Ani-Mated
Visiting vision on the Viewniverse
Ticking away Planc seconds
Ranked seconds Blank seconds
Cranked seconds Thanked seconds
Ticking clicking tinkling away
Like View-Master frames
In simulated 3-D.
Breeding groups of humans reach
Like Tentacles through time
Realing the Wheeling, Steeling the Line
Revealing the Sealing to itself
Same Game.
Rented a tent a tent a tent peg
For my Exodus Rexodus exit Ramp
Off this meta-circular Super Hi-Way
A trail of tears they say misperceived
Through the veil of tears 'mid the hail of Years
TIME
Like snow for some merely an inconvenience
While others, Locked in, for the Duration.
Breeding groups of humans reach
Like tentacles through time
Breaching the line, the Rede, teaching
The Teacher a Thing or two we think
Piercing the Veil of Possibilities Unforeseen,
Of yet deeper craziness to come:
The Cup is not half overflowing
Thrills and Spills
Something for the Whole Family
A Good Time To Be Had By All
Or A Prompt Refund To Be Given
For Full Price Of Admission.
Except that it was Free.
Blessed Be.