The arrival of a royal cleric

So here I was, newly arrived, but not new to the world. Welcome to what will be an expanding collection of my musings, old and new. I've been writing here and there in my native language for several years, and I've even managed to blog almost daily for several years. But it's been bothering me that some of my international friends and contacts couldn't understand and read my ramblings, and I've been toying with an English version of some of my writings for a couple of years. It only makes sense, since my original blog was in part intended as a place to practice writing in my native language, as I had been focusing all too much on my writings in English.

So here we go, I am the King in Yellow, Hastur. Let's leave it at that. I choose not to advertise my mortal identity, even though most of my readers will already be aware of it. This blog will be a reflection of my life in Lost Carcosa, by the lake of Hali, where everything seems clearer through a kaleidoscope.

I will help all you paranoid and deluded souls out there. And give you the guidance that you need, the aid so much needed, but never offered by the mainstream health authorities:

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Prepare yourself. Your King is here.
My sign is yellow. And I wear no mask. Face me if you dear. Face the reflection.