i am a saddhu in a masonic lodge. my present room is like washington dc whitehouse. a mendicant or a monk in a white house type room. smallest of things that people take for granted, i struggle for them. somehow i am privileged. yet i am less than a beggar. and that makes me lord shiva. my dwelling places are ruins, moors, barns and caves. thats where i really belong with my people, the spirits, the downtrodden witches and otherworldly beings that were rejected by this world, who spend eternities alone in dark and solitary areas of this world.
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