by August von Doggus
“ a man writes admirable prose not at all for the sake of having it read, but for the more sensible reason that he enjoys playing with his SELF.”
pace, James Branch Cabell
"Oh my tiny best Beloved, come lie with me here by the fire, and let me curl 'round you the warmth of my tale. ( For indeed, Without, Der Nicht is cold and dark)
I remember now the feel of the tail of mine own Bapu when I was myself a Youngling, as he incirceled me and told me on the way of Beings Male, and just so now I tell it to you.
It is the story of the LORD and the ways and the power of his cumming.
It is the Good News.
Once upon the never-never-now, there was no LORD
Indeed there were no Males.
There was only LADY
found her self
Imprisoned and alone
in the bubble
Never Never Now ------"
Ok I admit it, I'm a Scorpio, so the RED and the BLACK are very symbolic.
I have two sons :
HRdH is the Extovert Red (Life )
August von Doggus is the introvert Black (Death)
(Most of the time represented by his Evil Twin, I Wooden Dodat )
See their portraits-
Anyway, I've been trying to work on the piece HRdH wants done for July 4th, but I Wooden Dodat is very peeved because he has a Fathers's Day piece that I need to be writing, and I'm not going to get either done until I at least get the beginning (Teaser) of August's done
So this is what I have so far.....
Now maybe he'll quit bothering me for a bit and let me get some other thinking done......
I'm writing this for August, ever mindful that neither he, nor his brother Rudy, nor his sister Millicent, bear any except a distant biological relation to me. Fatherhood is a thing of the spirit and Authority.
The relationship they bear to me is that I am the Author of their being and the Creator of their very SELFs.
They would not HAVE a presence on OS, or indeed in any of literature except for my creating a "persona" for each of them out of my own SELF.
I am in a real sense not just their "Father" but the very AUTHOR of their Beings. Whatever "thoughts" are running through their furry little heads are loaned to them by me.
Simply put, whatever else is happening in their furry little bodies, they are repositories of my LOVE. I have placed a bit of my SELF within them.
And as we sat there, purring together, there was no mind, no thought, just the experience of our attunement, and atonement.
Until August got all sulky about my not having finished his Father's Day post........
Happy Father's Day to all of you Author's of Being out there, Whatever your Sex, Gender, Sexual Preference, Philisophical Preference or State of Union,
So long as you Foster and Cherish the Creatures, not just of your body, but of any of this Earth, you are both a True Father and a True Child.
If thou art a True Priest of Being to the Children, though you have no bodily issue, thou art indeed a Father and are blessed.
Now maybe August will come back and sit down with us and I can atone with my kids again.........
It has come to my attention that the assumptions of Fatherhood and Motherhood that are as Bedrock to me, may not be such common TRUTHS in the real world.
therefore, a clarification:the received 'answer' of my chidhood is:
it is a Father's Task to teach you who to be
it is a Mother's Task to love you whoever you are.
Obvious whose task is more complicated
Obvious, too, whose task is harder,
probably a "Swiss German" (Amish?) notion