Weaving A New Master

I have my family in my mind today.  It is as if the recollections of memory are being classified at this time.  I know you.  I don't know you.  I call you this.  You go by that.  Today I remember how the CIA would play.  I did not like it any day.  I now take the pieces and I make a royal play.  The roles are great and weighty at the same time.  My aunt and uncle become my brother and sister.  I relate to Karen, but not to Ron.  In Muncie, he came to me in the night and spoke of a witchery he was building into an artisan pursuit called warlockery.  The Polish Chief of Police, Joseph Krejsa, was the world leader of this magic.  A comradeship was struck, but the cord was in minor, and their friendship fell to the sea.  Warlockery is a full on reversal of the energies of Wiccan.  Wiccan practitioners, I have finally verbalized to a family member about your maggot witchery.  Now Ron can play in any way, and any day, in the complete vicinity of The U.S.A.  Now we all begin to see that the master is me, but to all world community, I am baby.  My sense of responsibility and empathy has kept me relating to superiors wherever I find them, with ease.  Being quad vampiric, with an additional vampiric guide, makes my daily chores obvious to especially people of the Eastern and Western block.  Karen, weave a basket with freshly done nails, done by yourself.  That will make you the best.  Make the color nudish, like your mother at the cabin.  It is very Japanese.  It can help you bleed out your LSD stuck in the crevices of your brain and memory.  Artistry will strike a blow at your humanity, and your hypocrisy with me will bleed out through your nose, and you will see, in your weaving, the doing of Wiccan masters in your vicinity.  It is THEN when YOU will be master of it all and become SORCERY.