HI EVERYONE! This past weekend was extraordinarily relaxing while at the same time invigorating. Every six months or so when I have occasion to meet the Fellas (our people from ALL factions and locales, assembled in one spot) I never cease to be amazed at the level of bona fide comradery and goodwill that is present; as well as the truly ELITE quality of menschenmaterial we have on deck. Everyone from SOCOM veterans to litigation attorneys at top of their field to theologians who are renowned throughout these United States and abroad. Drives home how BLESSED I am that these guys include me in their MOB - DISREPUTABLE, oddball HARLEQUIN and Peckerwood Rock n Roller that I am.
MY alibi - what I BRING to the table I mean - is I facilitate our people finding one another. There’s an old fantasy-horror story I liked as a kid - whereby this down and out guy discovers that he is part of an eldritch race of creatures, whose existence precedes anatomically and behaviorally modern man by 10s of thousands of years. He comes to realize - in course of a vision whereby a Ba’al like entity communicates with him in the figurative (and literal) fog of the Stygian ether - that he is CABAL - a guardian of sorts whose role is to defend his race from its enemies by acting as a beacon to those who must come together on basis of blood and soil (or, presumably its fantasy genre, in-universe conceptual equivalent) to guarantee both the tribe’s biological posterity and to ensure the enduring sustenance of fellowship, fraternity and social interdependence.
I believe this is my role - however prosaic compared to many of the Fellas - and like just about everything in my life (including my advancing age) I’d NOT change a thing. 7 WORDS. - T
You’re a man of culture and learning Thomas; anyone who uses eldritch in a sentence is okay with me, an HP Lovecraft reader.
I’ve always been impressed with the mob I’ve met so far. It always inspires me to be better. 777/88