Magic makes the ιδιος κοσμος become the κοινος κοσμος

Each one of us walks around with a small world inside,
a world only we can see.
This world is fed by imagination,
hungers for dreams and desire.
We are this world
– it shapes our identity,
what we think, how we act
and the ways we interact with the greater world outside us.
Most people’s private world is small as a mustard seed
– they’re not even aware of its existence.
They avoid it and anything that carries the scent of that place with an instinctual dread.
They keep the doors bolted tight, shun anything that excites and intoxicates
and when they catch a fleeting glimpse of it in a rare, unguarded moment
they compulsively chant a mantra, a magic spell of banishing:
“That wasn’t real. It didn’t mean anything. Everything’s normal. I’m not going crazy.”
I feel pity and disgust for these people.
My world is immense
and contains multitudes.
It is insatiable and cannot be ignored.
It is home to vagrant gods
and strange spirits swarm along the margins.
It is fluid and convulsing,
dreamlike, hallucinatory.
The old, dark myths of the blood are always playing
and the actors are all drunk and quite insane.
The more time I spend there behind the curtain,
the more I become like them.
Hollow and strange, clever and artificial
with eyes that have seen too much
and a face that gives nothing away.
So of course I spend every moment I can there
through ritual and drugs and sleep and art
and opening myself up to every kind of madness.
My whole life is arranged so that I can be as fully immersed in that world as possible
– and everything I do is to show people what it’s like on the other side
and how to find the hidden pathways that lead back there.
Even more importantly, I carry fragments of that other world over here,
plant seeds and open doors so that it and its denizens can spill through
and infect this world, completely reshaping the fabric of reality,
rewriting the very laws of nature and of man.
Make no mistake, I am an enemy agent, working for the other side as a provocateur of sacred folly.
I’ve come to prepare the way and blow shit up. I’m part of the advance guard of a cosmic invasion.
We are at war and the gods do not lose.
Things are changing and if you cannot go with the flow,
you will be destroyed. You will grin along with us, or your neck will.
I lift high the thyrsos of my Lord Dionysos
and speak the name of the idols of reason and dominance and conformity
which shall be smashed in an orgy of deliverance.
Know, o evil ones, that you are powerless! Your time of rule is at an end!
We blessed fanatics of the fantastic are coming for you!