Raid Mustafa al-Laylah Bey Knight of the East and West Written on September 20, 2011 E.V. !

in f; " in d ANNO IVXIX A.L.

Libran Equinox
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was Kellys Lie; passed off as old as the hills; standard hippy tactic. Sold as middle child to Lammas youthful age and Samhains Prodigal Son. But like the Bedouin say: better a clean lie than a sloppy truth. Good sport: Corn dollys bove the door twist and turn like genomes Harvest fruits, reading Graves White Goddess while munching on pumpkin seeds. Chill in the air brings with it grannys quilt and spooky Bette Davis eyes A la The Dark Secret of Harvest Home. Give me some of that old time religion. My equinox shares. The stars tell me the earth is primed for the balance Kores loamy Earth gives rise to the Angels princely Air, crisp and sharp. Sylphs flit in chatter with wings made of knights tours Diaphanous as thoughts and math. This is also the season to celebrate the anniversary of the Beloveds Participation in the Mysteries of Eleusis. Honor given to Kore and Demeter, Iambo and Baubo. Each so inscrutable yet familiar I am not surprised At the strange look Antinous gives I too am perplexed.