Poem by Jay Vincent AKA J VAGICIAN


Recited from memory:


Last night I dreamed a dream, a rarity for me.
I gained a long-awaited peace, through lucid scenery.

I saw that Men, of which I'm one, have long sought to repress
The Female Magic that's innate, which Men do not possess.

The Male has through their physical force compelled submission sure,
Through fear of Female Magic, that while suppressed endures.

The ego of the Male is but a fearsome ugly beast
But balanced with the Female is a never-ending feast.

To focus on Excalibur is to ignore the Mighty Stone
That held the Sword in magic grasp, until 'twas rightly owned.

To ignore the Mighty Stone of the divine in Female form,
Male is just an ego, warring tired and battle-worn.

Terrified of disclosure of the ego's exiguous,
Male compels Female to reduce itself to lust.

The law cannot be broken, ever so the fact is shown,
The Female owns divinity with her true Philosopher's Stone.

To devise the perfect balance, measure equal yin and yang,
Let the ego wane in balance, reach divinity again.


Near the front door of the Castle you will find a large sword mounted in a stone. A friend of Jim's built it with a solenoid so that big men can try to pull it but when a child tries, with the touch of a remote hidden in a pocket, the sword comes free!