Gods: how did I get so lucky?
I was talking last night with a dear friend of many years when, unsurprisingly, one of us happened to bring up the Black Book of the Yezidis, a book bound—it is said—in deerskin. (Some say, written in fire on deerskin.)
Not only did the subject need no introduction, but each of us had a favorite verse from the Black Book of the Yezidis: verses, we agreed, that sound just like the Him that we know.
If that's not enough, we could each recite our favorite verse from memory.
His: I am present immediately for those that confide in me, and invoke me in time of need.
Mine: I guide without need of scripture, for my words are written on the hearts of my people.
We laughed in mutual appreciation, two old warlocks. How often in a life is one so privileged, to have such a conversation?
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"...ringing like the sound of the pipes playing on the black mountain at midnight..."
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Yes, two old warlocks do speak of many things that come from years of research, study and practice. But the joy and laughter of f