Clan Jn

Clan Jn

Kula of the Blue Dragon

Blunt and direct is the trauma of truth and energy

Compassion trumps law and custom

All is not fair and not always friendly even within

As life is also not fair and often not friendly

We bless and then curse what we bless according to our situations

But messy mad moments hide an overall loyalty

Forget not that the Djinn have free will

Mal and Ben are forces of balance to those accustomed to adjustment

Here in the outer circle of Jotunheim dwell willing stragglers from herd mind

Blackness. Of absorbing all color-emotions without falling under their sway

- Entirely

Blackness that yields distrust and fear in very subtle ways to those unknowingly deluded

The scenes are annoyingly predictable and too the subtle shuns and animosity

We shun convention.

Ye shun the shunners of convention.

Even ye who celebrate such liberation.

Discomfort is a home as any other.

Elegance is a wayward fantasy.

A moment of rest and a moment of toil differ only in mind.

Tension keeps motion

As for me – the Universe is my reservoir, the Queen of the Graal is my Foundation,

Wavering cups are my variable wind, The Balanced and Slashing Princess is my Fire,

and Love as Two divided is the momentary nature of Space. Taskmaster Saturn informs me.

Or so says the Pictorial Dance of Masks and Suits

The Magick of Convening seems exceedingly difficult as even siblings are strangers

Distrust and lack of attention send them into their own abysses

I prepare now for a Banquet of Love and Will

Who Shall Attend?

No One?

Clanning Instinct calls me ever to wavering in entanglement and slashing paths anew

What will become of this – if anything?

Ah, but I have infinite patience and no expectations

As long as I keep to my commitments what does it matter?

Not at all Not at all

What’er you say my Queen.