The Gordian Knot

You would be too, if they paid you for it, like how they pay him.
Horus8, is a figment of some poor lost child’s mind on the plane of
say, Peter Pan. A defense mechanism gone horribly out of control.
He doesn't sleep,  doesn't eat. Rests fully clothed sitting or
standing. Is fearless, Godless, and undeniably slightly psychic.
A soul so old you can't shake it from your mind for days,
weeks, sometimes forever. That one mutated gene that Darwin
slept on for a lifetime. I've seen him enter a room and within
30 seconds be able to break the entire environment down into a...
I don't know, programs, formulas, codes of operating the room?
That he has developed to survive and entertain himself,
even down to what spots are better to sit and stand in.
Who to trust, who's dangerous, who he could love, who would love
him, who's in control, who's not, what might happen if scenarios?
I've seen him spontaneously bite people, blatantly imitate
them to themselves, seduce, connect, humiliate, expose, enchant,
hypnotize. Horus8 is strikingly scary at times, and other times
the  ultimate companion in everything. Once, I asked him how he did
it (Poet, father, teacher, writer, comedian, prostitute, drug
addict, alcoholic, actor, singer, painter, sculptor,
anthropologist, psychologist, historian, collector, director,
producer, giver, taker, dreamer, elitist, Mason at the 33 degree)
But he just stared at the wall as if he missed the question,
then about two minutes later, out of no where, he says that
he'd forgotten... Where? There was a beat, and then we just cracked
the fuck up, but I've heard different rumors. Here's a short
quick list I've compiled  from memory:

1. His mother was raped by an incubus while he was gestating,
or it was Immaculate Conception? But since he bears a close
resemblance to his father, I would say gestation. Which myth
has, increases the child’s awareness right out of the
ballpark. Physically, mentally, spiritually. Giving the person
a double Nagual (Castaneda term) type of energy, and super
natural presence. Lucky for him because no normal person
would have made it, his childhood was utterly south of hell,
and I mean to surreally ridiculous levels. The kind of shit that
never happens happened to that poor bastard. He won't admit it,
and would spit on you if you did, but I think his appearance
is as much to thank. He has a classical Greek frame, but
there's something strange about his face, and immediate looks.
They are constantly changing, skin color, hair color, texture
length, tones of voice and posture like a Chameleon or a
Doppelganger. He tells great stories about clients (tricks) of
his, from  his days as a top drawer hustler, that would say
"Sure they know him well", but not even recognize him. Say,
if they hadn't seen him in six  months? Even after sex,
they couldn't recognize him. He says that's because
they're just "Neanderthals, incapable of recognizing a tit
from a turnip, is all it boils down to.",
but I have my suspicions.

2. Those ridiculously surreal life experiences of his, mentioned loosely
above? Are responsible for changing him, you know,? "What doesn't kill
you blee blah blee." 'Coal to diamond pressures'? Because, I can think of
probably a hundred or more stories I've witnessed, or heard about, that
if true? Would mean he's a cross between James Bond (with no acclaim or
gadgets), and a young Socrates. No shit. What I do know is he
was mostly raised by a Saintly soul by the name of Wanda, I believe his
father's mother, a ceramicist. After his father was incarcerated and he
lost his little brother Joshua (3 at the time) and the woman that he
believed to be his mother, and loved more than anything, Lynn. Because
she went into hiding, and changed her name. I also know that he has not
seen them since, but at twelve Wanda, his biological Grandmother, and
best friend, god rest her most blessed of souls, husband divorced her
to marry some twenty year old bank teller, and claimed he went bankrupt.
Sending her and him to live in a trailor park in SunValley, NV.
To be closer to her daughter his Aunt Kim in Reno. He never
graduated from school, but claims that's only because public
schools were assinine and gave him sinus problems, so he would
skip class and hit the public library to listen to jazz and
classical records and read... Somehow got into the Navy were he
was an intelligent specialist & SEAL, but something happened,
and he was thrown into Military prison for a year at like nineteen,
or eighteen. I know that whenever I've asked for his help, he keeps
his word, and drops everything to assist with no chiding.

And that his mother was some kind of sadistic witch, literally.
That abandoned him at birth, to his father, for a life abroad.
Then at four, his father went to prison for thirteen years leaving
him with his grandparents. Coincidentally, as fate would have it,
out of no where his mom showed up when he turned 5, and kidnapped
him off to Hawaii for a timeless year. Or one of those tropical
islands. What ever happened there, was a big part of his hybrid
nature. I can see it in his eyes when he mentions pieces of it,
something so terrifying to him that he's completely blocked it off,
and barricaded it in. I believe that too... Because, I've seen him
recall shit whenever he wants down to the tiniest of details, he
calls it... the trick ' Scan, photo, file', and claims that the
human mind is capable of storing every minute of every day for
a lifetime. To refer back to at one's will,
'spontaneous recapitulation'.

He has mentioned some pretty caustic moments in time with
his mother, in paradise, while rambling in rant. He would amusingly
use his, 'neither here nor there, demeanour', and attempt
to laugh it off, but only he laughed, while others shifted
uncomfortably in their seats. Here are a few:

a. Would drive him randomly up into the mountains or rain forest
in Kauai) and tell him to find his way back home without being eaten
by the boar that simply cherishes the taste of little boys. With
the neurotic pretense of training him for some future earthly calamity
or transfiguration. To shake the fear, not panic, and remember the
path there in order to return, in other words pay attention
always, because you never know when you might find yourself off
the beaten path and forced to adjust to a new situation rapidly.
When she introduced the blindfold to the mix, and more wild creatures,
is when it probably became more challenging for Horus.

b. Tortured him physically, and emotionally. Relentlessly for weeks and
months on end, and then she would turn back into a loving mother with
a finger snap, that would build him back up with kindness and gifts to a
sufficient enough point for another lawfully psychotic tear down.
(better lawful than chaotic, right?)

c. Told him lies and things no child of four should ever hear,
dead or alive, no matter what the circumstances.

d. Would leave him alone for weeks at a time to work on another
island  to fend for himself and attend school, and behave as if
she weren't gone. Or with strangers he didn't know. And she'd
"know if he told someone about her being away, and never come
home again." Before her departures, 'a warning', that when she
returned she wanted to hear in detail what occurred in the stories
from the books she would give him to read to pass the time.
God only knows what those books were, but I would wager not
Dr. Seuss. (I bet he made friends with the neighbors quick. lol)

e. The unspeakable thing that follows a ring, the one late
night in your ears. But this phantom won't sing, being a shadowy thing.
So it sits on your chest and just leers. A demon of sound that lives
underground that when heard can follow you home. An inorganic being
that can leave a man peeing, his bed scared petrified numb.
(Something he hummed to me on a drive when I asked him once about
the worst thing he's experienced, he mentioned some thing or
another about her tampering with entities & ritual magic that
she shouldn't have been toying with, and making unfair pacts that
were not hers' to make, and that higher orders of {demons}
[Angels] elemental spirits, when awakened, or aroused, can
be vindictively troubling, and hold fierce grudges. Ruining
you, and your loved ones existence, as you know it, terminally.)

On a brighter, and different note though, I once watched him concoct
a potion of invisibility/future jumping (dreaming the next day, or two,
or week, who knows... of your life before it occurs, well large chunks
anyway) out of Dhatura Metel, and some kind of mushrooms, it was so
fucking beyond my "Hey sure why not man, lets get indigenous, whatever
happens, happens", attitude that I did it with, that I was never the
same person again afterwards, really. The experience enlivened me,
I was thrilled to be alive again, yet more wary, like a vampire,
a week later when we were discussing our experiences on a swing bench
at a mutual friends about what we experienced while under the
influence of the potion, I just kept saying to him "We're going to
be fucking rich, we'll change life as we know it!" Because, it was
just mind boggling fanfuckingtastic, we would bet friends at parties
that we could name specific unmistakable events during the night
'though still sleeping' in a sealed room while being observed by
a neutral third party, and I'll tell you what... We made a killing,
and freaked people the fuck out. To such an extent, it
literally ruined relationships that we had with religious friends,
and straight edgers we knew. Because, it scared them stupid. I won't
even go into what happened when you dreamed your future? Because it
was just too profound, but I will say it's the Disney land of dejavu.
Also, I don't know what decides 'chemically' on an internal level
whether you astro projected and cruised unseen amongst the present,
or whether you "future jumped". All I can say is, I did them both
several times to my complete satisfaction. But while on the
subject, seeing the next day in my life? Like that, on two
different occasions? Was incredible because, here's the dusey,
your reactive mind at a bio chemical level, and rate, immeasurable,
is fighting to convince you all's well, and you're awake, aware,
and waiting for it to happen (See the future), but nothing does,
so you're like oh well, and you go about your business, you know,
talking to friends, gossiping, trying to walk (which is difficult)
and what have you.

Then, the next thing you know, you fucking wake up
somewhere else it might be day or night,
and you're disoriented as fuck, but then you get your bearings
as a friend who took care of you the night before laughs and tells
you "Dude, I refuse to carry you around all night like that ever
again, you're fucking too heavy" and you say, "how long have I been
out and what happened", they tell you, "all last night and all day",
you both have a laugh at your hungover expense, but hey, wait a
sec? There's a large  part of the night missing in the conversation
in your recollection? So  you bring it up enthusiastically "Hey,
what about when chuckie boy's leg caught on fire!", and they have no
clue as to what you're talking about? They assure you that when
you arrived at their house you did not go to any bonfire in
their backyard and fall asleep in a chair talking to so and so,
and so on. They say, "Nope, we carried you straight in from the
car to this bed, period. You say, "Shut up, dude I was in your
backyard with da da & te ta, and we were talking about this and
that", but you can tell this conversation has them a bit curious
too. Because, what you don't know, and what they do, is while you
were out the whole day in magic potion dream land, they were setting
up to have a bon fire that very night,
(Well that's odd they're thinking).

And then they assume you must have heard them on the phone while
you were sleeping, but then you mention a very specific thing and
KABOOM, you've struck a chord, and they react in such a way that is
so odd that it literally was the first time I've ever seen a person
look like that. A cross between hidden camera and seeing a ghost.
Then you get up, refresh yourself, go into the back yard, sit down,
and watch it all unfold same as the night before. In this
case the 'specific thing' was that there was a girl there that was
from up north that only he knew was coming, no one actually knew her
yet, but when I was telling him about the bon fire
(before it happened) I, off handedly mentioned a girl who's name
I didn't  know from the U.P that kept calling me Jason, and I would
say to her, "Look, I’m real loaded chicky on this magic potion right
now, so bear with  me, but for the third time it's Bachus, not
Jason" then she apologized  and said that it was just that her
brother had recently died, and I looked and reminded her of him,
his name was Jason, and I could tell it weighed heavy on her so
I told her no worries and nodded back off. That's when he went
twilight zone yellow, when I said that, I mean, he was totally
floored, he went white and wobbled... the works.

See, what I didn't know was, she was his cousin, and he had invited
her down to cheer her up, but since we weren't super close friends and
he hadn't mentioned his cousin Jason dying or any of it to any one at
all yet, when I said dead brother Jason, while cracking off the tale
to him from the point of like "Hey, this will make you laugh, listen
to this one bros." I felt the effect move in on him like he'd been
nut kicked by an elephant, and to be perfectly honest with you?
We've never spoken since.

Regardless, sure as hell, I walked out of his back door.
Sat in that same uncomfortable chair by the fire (this time before the
wood was even lit), and watched the unbelievable happen identically as
what I'd witnessed the previous evening, except, thinking I’d be a cool
wise ass and impress her with my intuativeness. When she apologized and
said "you remind me of..." I finished the sentence for her "Jason" she
broke down bad, and I felt like an asshole, I should have kept my mouth
shut, and gotten laid probably huh?

Anyway, so as I'm giving horus8 all of the juicy details for him to
scribe down on the bench swing, I say, "Let's do Ripley's, we'll be
filthy fucking rich." He became deadly silent, and serious, and said
that can't happen Bachus. That if I told anyone, unluckily, that was
'GOV' we would really disappear, forever. But the possibility of me
bumping into a cookie government agent bent on the carefully guarded
botanical preparation and formula of horus's potion for evil
diabolical purposes (Pantsing Muslim Clerics mid Fatwah), could
only happen a week after hitting the lottery while
simultaneously discovering Brando was my dead beat dad, 1% of 1!
in other words, so that was a plus. The other 99. 9 wouldn't hear
it anyway, he assured me, "Not even your priest or mom,
"because they don't want to." So no matter how convincing I was
or repetitive, they would just nod, and smile, or ask a stupid
question like  "No shit, you got laid I hoped while invisible
right dude?" or "That sounds scary honey, are you hungry?" and
then pat me on the back and leave, and do you know what?
That motherfucker was right.

To this day I can tell some of my closest loved ones the story and
they listen as if they've never heard it, and then forget about it
that fast, I swear to red wine, it pisses me off to no end, and it's
down right weird, but since that day it doesn't matter anyway
because nothings truly weird anymore since I met the 8.

3. He cracked some secret Masonic formula out of one of his
'special books'. Ritual magic 'conjuring'.Greater Key of Solomon;
The Lesser Key (The Goetia). To name the basics

4. Was abducted by Greys and switched at birth?

5.Read way, way too much, and is the luckiest bastard alive.

6. Ingested way, way, way to many hallucinogenic plants during
his fieldwork altering his chemistry permanently.

7. Made it all up, and some how duped 1,000's of his acquaintances.

8. Is Tony Robbin's inside source, and Kinney Kingston’s hair
piece, simultaneously.

Horus8 is to poetry, what poetry is to Uranus.
Now, who wants an asshat?