The Goat has shown me the way home. I got a bit lost for a period of time but I believe that I was shown the purity of truth for me at any rate. When you feel you have nothing and feel you have lost almost everything it is suprising how your morals run. Your perceptions change within your mind. What was good and what was bad runs together like a bad watercolour. You stare from your window on to the road. You see the cars and the hills in the distance. You know that somewhere out there your destiny lies. You pick up your scattered conciousness, you draw in your feelers, your Familiars you pull close to you for the hibernation of sweet scented dreams on lavendar pillows in country cottages down weary lanes which you conjour up on the astral planes.

In reality the dirty road is waiting outside and poor bricks are your only guide. Yet you feel the dark power, the strength and support of the hour and you pick up your strengthened soul from the filthy puddle that tried to make a hole in the fabric of your feelings. And the darkness is clean and pure and cleanses every pore of that mean street completely. Instead of degredation, you feel the refeshing cleansing of the dark dawn, the love of the darkness hidden in the asphalt, the gifts of the prayers, the secret hiddden meanings the love support and kindness that rides on the night. All hail to the Gaslight!