The Final Countdown (again)

Yes, it's that time again. Once more I will venture into the great unknown with only my blog readers and Jesus at my side. I ask that you keep me in your thoughts as I cross the frothy depths into alien textures. R. Kelly is off scot free - save your prayers for me.

I gotta prep to fly on Wednesday . . . a few days of silence . . .

Then I'm BACK, electro-disco style!

Wait for it!

Sigil Fish

I've posted sigils before. I won't bother to explain them. I'm not sure that I can. I've found them beneficial to me (especially in periods of transition) and that's what I'm going into now. I'm usually not easy to stress, but lately I have been. I'm trying to move at the end of the month. I associate summer with moving because I've moved six out of eight summers between 2001 and 2008. I can't even meditate because so much is on my mind.

Michael Shermer describes himself as a skeptic in Why People Believe Weird Things, but I don't think he's skeptical enough. I told someone that I have a tarot deck and she said that surprised her. She had me pegged as a skeptic. But I am a skeptic, I said. I believe that true skepticism means doubting everything, but being willing to try anything and gauge the results for yourself. Doubt science, religion, teachers, parents, friends, books, music, and yes, even your pets. There is a war between the bifurcating realities, and there's no point in enlisting in the dark side against your will.

For that reason I don't endorse sigils. But I recommend you give them a try.