Introduction and Disclaimer:
This is a story, any resemblance to actual events, people, places or things are purely random coincidence no matter how much people may or may not validate the experiences. This is an act of fiction. Andrieh Vitimus takes no responsibility for anything this may or may not effect you metaphysically, emotionally, or even spiritually. Read at your own risk and beware the musings of magicians who have dreamed too dark. For an artist is one who uses lies to illustrate the truth, only there may be no ultimate truth so maybe this only illustrates lies. Maybe it doesn't matter anymore. The hallucinations of the astral might just be that, but perhaps not. Compelled the door is open, and the story needs to be told. Sometimes "stories" don't ask to be told, sometimes they Burn till they are released. Blood of blood, bone of bone, even a shared hallucination can be painful.... and art is sometimes, little more then blood, blood trnasformed into words. So, I write, for now in a blog, that those who wish it may share in this dream and the promise contained within that dream. I make no apologies however, some dreams can hurt.

Take what you can, after all its only fiction.

Thus begins the second work of textual alchemy, armed now that I am with the diamond of the first work, Hands On Chaos Magic.

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