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The New Management June 25, 2007

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Nabs: The story so far.

Nalia: Demian has allowed a revolutionary change in government.

Nabs: Demian is no longer the de facto head of the Complex.

Nalia: Instead, cabinet changes occur whenever necessary instead of whenever the incumbent personality is messing things up spectacularly.

Nabs: Decisions are not made by majority–

Nalia: Hell is a democracy.

Nabs:  –But by the most qualified available entity.

Nalia: For the sake of the appearance of what the current Aeon calls sanity, we will all respond to Demian’s given name.

Nabs: But we will behave as we please. Within the parameters of society, of course.

Nalia: For now.

Nabs: For now.

The Group Working June 22, 2007

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The Summer Solstice, three gods, four magicians.

It works. We know that, but it keeps surprising us. Magic works.

Normal Service Will Be Resumed June 18, 2007

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Nalia: Or not.

Nabs: We’ve taken over, for today, at least.

Nalia: At any rate, Demian needed the vacation. He wasn’t kidding about the charmed existence bit. I don’t see what’s so hard about being him.

Nabs: Some anxiety about impending examinations. A few muscle pains.

Nalia: Big deal.

Nabs: We’ll try to get a few entries out when we can. Ciao boys.

The Swords of Eternity Manifesto I : Demian June 15, 2007

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Magic is real.

We know this because we’ve done what the writers and magicians and prophets have told us to do and it works. Grant Morrison said it best: this stuff works.

And now you know it’s real because it’s right in front of you. We won’t shirk into the shadows, or retreat to mountaintop hermitages, no. We live where you live, walk where you walk, breathe the same air you’re breathing.

We’ll show you what’s possible.

The Id April 24, 2007

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I just met a person tonight who was almost pure id. He lashed out with obvious rage at women, he relished playing this sniper game because he got to bust people’s heads open, and established territory over his bed.

It’s an awesome force. But it’s hiding something. The superego is not dead, and the guilt it is inflicting is so strong that the id has to exaggerate itself so it can suppress the surges of remorse. The ego is whipped but the id is defending it.

I hope he sorts everything out by the time he’s 30.