C. Rommial Butler

Joined October 2021

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C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.

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Did Hermann Hesse Meet Aleister Crowley?
I revisited Klingsor's Last Summer by Hermann Hesse. I read it again because I recalled from my first reading a chapter entitled “The Music of Doom”, in which the protagonist, Klingsor, has a brief spat with an Armenian astrologer about the notion that all suffering is an illusion. The wisdom of the Magi, the Armenian calls it. Klingsor throws his drink to the ground and spits out a friendly diatribe:
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Humans
The Fool and the Harlequin
Ego is the Fool. He makes a plan, always based on an ideal. His big bold heart loves too much, gives too much, dies…
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Owl and Raven
Owl perched on the rafter of the old barn, intoning her eternal question: Who? Shadows wavered on the edge of dust motes and moonbeams as the wind beat at the rotting wood. A voice cackled from the darkness in reply:
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Compassion or Condescension?
From Edgar Allen Poe’s The Bells: “Hear the sledges with the bells— Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Humans
Sephia Logia
I am Malaki, Traveler, and scion of the Brotherhood of Light. Let me tell you about the places I visit in my deepest meditations.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Nil Admirari
Turn our eyes to the heavens Just to be blinded by the light. Better to burn up in the flame Than to stay lost in endless night.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Sitting There, He's Smiling
Earth, air, water, fire Telling people their desire No, wait, that's Satan ***** * ***** Commentary: Only fans of Black Sabbath will get this...
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Beyond All Thresholds
No longer can I afford The Endless Debauchery. I must tear up my roots. I must cease to be a tree. I should rather become
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Doctor Gramma
When mirror regards mirror which is the reflection? This question popped into my mind when I had the misfortune to stumble onto the doctor’s experiment.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Autumn
Autumn Brings Clarity The cold air is clear, Holding the light Of Sol and Luna alike With the gentle caress Of a fascinated observer.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
The Great Blue Heron
The Great Blue Heron Never lets me close enough To take a good picture. <> This is one of many ways We are kindred spirits.
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets
Grapes
Plucked from Gaia’s umbilical vine For a succulent feast Or pressed into wine. <> A perfect union of Heaven and Earth,
By C. Rommial Butler3 years ago in Poets