The Old Devils
The sky is a clear blue and the weather is warm, the air is scented with petrol fumes and coffee. Just another day. What is noticeably absent (at time of writing) is seas of blood, demons roving the streets, the stench of brimstone and Lucifer in the queue at Starbucks wondering whether to go for a skinny latte or a frappachino.
Today is the 6th day of the 6th month of 2006 and surely is the final nail in the coffin of any argument about omens, portents or associated bollocks in that it’s no different to any other day - indeed, it’s quite pleasant.
Diabolists are a sad lot these days. There was a time when they got respect, or at least their own shelf in the new age section at the local bookshop. Now though, they’ve been deposed by older, better religions. Wicca, paganism and so on - any many of these books offer crystals or cards in the packaging. So, a dusty hardback with a picture of a goat’s head is not going to do it.
Pagans, I reckon, get the best fun. You have solsticeseses, you have your midsummer fires, midwinter fires, Roodmass, candlemass, not to mention car boot sales to raise money for rethatching the wicker man.
When it comes down to it, there’s no point sacrificing anything you can’t pop on the barbeque afterwards.
Today is the 6th day of the 6th month of 2006 and surely is the final nail in the coffin of any argument about omens, portents or associated bollocks in that it’s no different to any other day - indeed, it’s quite pleasant.
Diabolists are a sad lot these days. There was a time when they got respect, or at least their own shelf in the new age section at the local bookshop. Now though, they’ve been deposed by older, better religions. Wicca, paganism and so on - any many of these books offer crystals or cards in the packaging. So, a dusty hardback with a picture of a goat’s head is not going to do it.
Pagans, I reckon, get the best fun. You have solsticeseses, you have your midsummer fires, midwinter fires, Roodmass, candlemass, not to mention car boot sales to raise money for rethatching the wicker man.
When it comes down to it, there’s no point sacrificing anything you can’t pop on the barbeque afterwards.
1 Comments:
And, as some lady on the news reminded me last night, the calendar was made up by humans (I suppose the Bible was also written by humans, but that is not my point right now) and therefore, we are not quite sure that today is really 6-6-06....maybe it was three weeks ago....maybe it's in 2 years...maybe 6-6-06 doesn't actually exist...maybe we don't exist...maybe we're characters in some dog's elaborate dream. OK, I need some coffee now.
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