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Points to remember upon joining The Family

The Töad King is always right.

Fortunate coincidences are proof that the gods smile favorably on the Meädow.

We will love you because you will be one of us. You will be a beloved part of our family.

Never joke about the Meädow or the King.

The end will justify the means of all that we do.

If you think the King is seducing 14-year-old girls in the Meädow, he is in fact giving them spiritual lessons. Continue reading

A prayer for the Töads

Brothers and Sisters
Let us rejoice in the infinite wisdom of
Maynard James Keenan
Let Us Prey now
A prayer for the Töads
And for the health of the Meädow:
Withering our intuition
Missing opportunities and we must
Feed our will to feel the moments drawing way outside the lines.

Let us see there is so much more
and beckon us to look through to the infinite possibilities.

As below, so above and beyond
Let us imagine drawing outside the lines of reason.
 Let us push the envelope.  
Let us watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering our intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed our will to feel this moment urging us to cross the line.
Let us reach out to embrace the random.
Let us reach out to embrace whatever may come.

Let us embrace our desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be human.

With our feet upon the ground we lose ourselves
between the sounds
and let us open wide to suck it in.
Let us feel it move across our skin.

We are reaching up and reaching out.
Let us reach for the random or what ever will bewilder us.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one’s been.
We’ll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one’s been.

Spiral out. Keep going…



A Prayer to Reality

On individualism and Prometheus

Let these celebrations of reality encompass the manic spasms of a fucked up culture spiraling toward oblivion. May they be a final gasp for fresh air where there is none to be had.

Our mental environment has been overrun by the corporations. The all powerful media. There comes a point where we must ask ourselves, as a species, if we control corporations, or if they now control us? Let us return to the roots of reality and human existence.

Prometheus stole fire from the gods, and gave it to humanity. The gift of fire; the first of our technologies. This gift enabled the escape to individualism — humanity’s independence from the gods of nature.

For this, Zeus sentenced Prometheus to an eternity of avian torture: having his liver pecked out daily by a bird.

The seemingly equal omnipotency nowadays. The pervasive face of advertising and the media; the dead-eyed faces of models you see in print that all look so strangely similar. The creatures you are told to aspire to be. We are not one of them. We don’t want to be one of them. It is time to celebrate individualism without shame.

Now is the time of a new fight. Let us celebrate Prometheus’s sacrifice with liver damage and fire, and claim freedom from our new situationally imposed cultural overlords, these gods of our own making.

Töad Meädow. Possibly your last chance at true freedom within the psychic and physical landscapes that make up our fleeting reality.