a place for coffee and calm

I think if this as my home. A place for coffee, calm, tranquility.

Where I move, more of this. For now, quiet at night, coffee always, less noise due to neighborhood changes.

I sip the caffeinated elixir and finalize my budget for tonight. A hair under a grand at Midnight.

I keep small notes in a notebook. Things that can help with a project.

Therapy has proved beneficial, but my (no longer) patronage to a local church must stop.

I am “of” a different plain than the theological world. In earliest memory, I remember knowing, KNOWING my only leg up is to be that on the outskirts. Neither left or right hand path occultism, but just what suits in any given time. I came to know what I am/believe as The Occult, but but darkness and cosmic influence is what shapes me. Always.

More writing or less. Always a question I consider. Daily blog psts seem to be routine right now. Deleted a day later.

So this continues

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