LAZARUS REDUX
Behold, glad tidings
This self-congratulatory navel gaze is dedicated to M. 🧩🧩
It’s been too long.
Months without another JCIT entry. Weeks since we gave anyone the time of day. Coxeyworld was on indefinite hiatus, sans the courtesy of a reacharound announcement.
We didn’t move on to greener pastures. Our spirit was willing, but the flesh was decaying rapidly - decade-long iatrogenic autoimmune disease had us circling the drain. It was fixed, then it wasn’t; then it got so much worse.
Life turns on a dime, though. Despite the white coats’ lackluster ministrations we found a way to beat it, and are on the mend. Mens sana in corpore sano, inshallah.
That means the work can continue. We’ll double-fist pro forma admin stuff and JCIT Part 2B first. Prose will doubtless be a bit fucky as we regain our sealegs. From there, wherever the muse guides us, we shall trek.
We missed you all, for what that’s worth. From the river to the sea, baby. Andale.
(PS: if you’re a man, never let them cut you.1)
Of course you can DM asking what the fuck we’re on about. We’ve staved off disaster for three young brothers so far.
…the work MUST continue
I don't know how much more of this I can take. But I can't look away. I WON'T look away. It's the only thing that keeps me praying every day.
If Israhell was juked off the map, nothing would change. If the U.S. and the U.K. were juked nothing would change.
"We wrestle not against flesh and blood, (that is, not against men whom we see,) but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world." — Eph. vi. 12.
This shit has been going on for millennia. It will end with the Final Judgment. Boy are there going to be some surprised Judahs.
May God have mercy on our souls.