Hey. I’m just this person who’s trying to figure things out.
This is a personal journal, or something.
I’ve often posted here while loaded. Someone once addressed me as “Drunk Harry,” when I was on a raging drunk, and I still laugh about it.
I’m the person you’d cross the street to avoid meeting. The person you wouldn’t want your son/daughter dating. Still, I’m basically harmless. I’ll just post my harmless, meaningless crap here, if I’m permitted to do so.
Mostly, I have religious angst. I sense spirituality, and spirits, everywhere. That’s not always easy.
I’m stuck between so many traditions that it’s hard to free myself. And because I can’t manage to free myself, I can’t free you, either. Bummer.
I found Hoodoo as a young person. Found magick earlier than that, and basic religion earlier still. Even as a little kid, I had a massive sense of spirituality.
This can be like a journal or something, where I can post my stupid, drunken thoughts and observations to myself. Nobody has to respond.
Again, I’m just some random soul living in the middle of nowhere. I’m trying to figure out a few things before I die, that’s all. You can’t believe the things I’ve seen, and lived through. But, on the whole, I’m just this gray-haired, jolly nobody. I don’t have any wisdom to offer, just psychobabble. Maybe that’s enough. If it isn’t, well, the door to my shack swings both ways.