Introduction
I am merely the Echo of an instrument
through which the currents of reality
flow and resonate.
Anything else that would qualify as identity
is an illusion of the Ego;
a sock-puppet
allowing me to be perceived in this world;
a coat of paint on a rusted flute.
I exist as I am whether you see me or not
but as you see me
so exists another aspect of myself
beyond my touch;
so I grow ever more infinite
the more I am perceived.
My Will is interwoven with the Will of He:
He who tends the Gift of the Black Flame,
who Laughs in the haunts of Hallowed Forests,
who Howls for the Moon in all Her Majesty!
May I dance with you always, my Leige!
My Lord, My King!
Father of the Beast within me
Beholder of my Wilderness.
Dark One. Horned One.
Claw, Bone, Tooth, Tail
Ave my Lord,
and may all who read this
feel your Eye upon them
just as they have cast
their Eyes upon You.

















