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A WORD.... " -Anon

It is the eve of Humankind's mystical death-in-life and the ultimate emergence of new and ancient senses…
And the world is not yet ready.

There are more suns shining in interstellar space, and we would do well to contemplate our origins and tasks. Looking up to the sky on a cloudless day, the flaming disk of the sun is seen as it throws its rays of light to Earth. This planet receives its solar energies in order to absorb and transform them. Whereas the sun at the center of the planetary system is visible, there is another Luminary which, however, is not visible, and because it cannot be perceived by the human senses it is called the Black Sun, its light being Luminous, Piercing Darkness.

This Sun at the center of the hidden realm, is our Spiritual Sun, the Beacon beyond the Barrier of Visibility.

It is the seat of our most imaginative revelations, our most lurid dreams and the source of our deepest fears.

The veils have to be lifted to recover the Seed, the Dreaming Ones must awake,
the Fish must be freed from the Net in which it has languished since the Fall.

Some will embark upon the stony Way to the Pole and to transformation; others will not. Some will know the Mysteries of Creation; others will never catch a glimpse.

But those who will know, will change

"Some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."
Howard Phillips Lovecraft

"There's no takin' trout with dry breeches!"
- Miguel De Cerventes

(D.S. Morgan) is the author of
"Cannibal Safari- New and Recently Remembered Poems"- (WINDFIRE PRESS),
"The Penumbral Wail- Riveting Tales of Spine-Clinching Suspense, Romance and Puncture Wounds" (MODERN second BOOKS)
"Tales from the Park Bench" (publisher TBA)

His interests include, but are not limited to: B-Movies, Privateering, Experimental Space Travel, The Decline of Western Civilization, Killing and eating his own food, and of course... Comix.

He also has a fondness for certain textiles (the pliable, squishy kind), heavy machine tooling, the month of April, and cats.

His only complaint about existence (this month) is that it does not come with complimentary airfare.