The Scythe in Sator's Square.
New beginnings and acceleration through the divine union.
Perhaps you may ask yourself, as I do on occasion since a month or so into this journey which is Immortal Type: Why the hell would I do something every day that garners no comments or likes? How could this possibly be in any way securing my future? How could this be fun? How could I not give up? What is there to prove? Why don’t I just stop.
As Stephen King once said in regards to why he writes macabra, ‘You ask me as if there is a choice.’
If you’re a writer you have at one point invariably doubted yourself and asked the the terrible ‘Why’ more times to count. And the answers come clear, when you have a dream and a vision, backed by an obsession that you can’t put down.
Granted, a writer’s obsessions are usually different than most, and that’s okay. What I see, every day I follow through with pages, is an accumulation of wealth. I can feel it in my hands. I see the growing stacks of manuscripts from when I started this journey with the typewriter over two years ago, and it is undeniable…