Frenzy Day(s) part 5:
i was filled with Him, only truly, in brief stints, self preservation was kind of kicking in, and held me back from time to time. Dionysus seems not to notice how… fragile people really are. However, i was more or less in a light trance for over 19 hrs with small breaks of heavy trance, mania, or perfect clarity. The past two days have been… i don’t even know how to describe it. i do know, that at one point, i very nearly fainted from dehydration. Waltzing hung over and sweaty into a burger king, i refueled on water and charged my phone. Afterwards, a bus ride to my home town was managed with a clear head. Until one woman came on the bus and insisted i was her son Raul (pronounced Rawl) and i had pit on a new face to hide from her. She screamed profanities at me, and about her abandonment, and the lynxes, and the bulls. She was absolutely mad. All of her fury was directed at me. Even though i was not filled with Him, He was all around still. At the nearest opportunity, i got off the bus, and was absolutely stricken by this tree. A dogwood. Cornus (probably kousa), past its blooming, but captivating nonetheless. I don’t know how long i was fixed upon that tree, but i marveled at the beauty and eternity of the green world. That’s when i met Christine. Oh, how i do love that name! She was a tattoo artist, and going to work. So, i set her to work. In a strange mirror, Christine helped me honour my God that day, acting as a divine instrument, and i too, helped her. Three years prior, she was asked to tattoo a dogwood, but that person passed before the opportunity came. It was her best friend. Christine openly cried and laughed with me during my piece, i had acted as an instrument of healing for her that day. Neither will forget the experience for a long time. After three hours, the tattoo was done, and the beginning of my devotional art to Dionysus lay on my skin. From there, I wandered homeward, and continued the communion and rituals for the night. i… am so very proud, happy, blessed, disturbed, and so much more…
To be filled with The Wild God is to be lost to Him.
All I can say is, fuck yeah.