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Born to average human parents, R. Phillip Roberts came into this world a naive and helpless child-like creature, I suppose just like very many of you were. He was a quick learner and viewed the world around him with wondrous, though very innocent eyes. Weened on classic horror films and rock music from a tender young age, he used his crude magical abilities to write and draw pictures of all things dark and dreary; those things which fascinated that deep inner voice of his soul. His imagination flourished in those formative years, but the young apprentice grew restless. He knew deep down inside of his heart that there just had to be something more out there in the whole wide world for him to see.
Reaching the age of maturity, thus becoming a man, the young magician set out to explore the world beyond the borders of his homeland, and soon joined a travelling minstrel show, somewhere in the deep south. His talents were put to good use, as the young man's graphic and morbid images were used to promote the electrified circus. But alas, the restless spirit in his blood prompted him to be on his merry way, once again.
Finding himself in another southern town, this one full of all sorts of deviant debauchery and tantalizing temptation, he was welcomed among the indigenous folk as if he were truly one of their own. The revelrie and merriment went on day and night, night and day. The celebrating seemed to go on forever, but it was simply not enough for the inquizitive young man.
One day, while deep in contemplating meditation and walking through the old town square, the frustrated artist accidentally stumbled his way inside a fortune teller's tent. At her bidding he took a seat, then the aging gypsy woman proceeded to read him his fortune. She spread the tarot cards out, one by one, her old tired face never betraying any change in expression. Not even a twitch.
When next her eyes met his, the old woman looked stricken with fear. Puzzled, he asked the woman to reveal what she had seen. Reluctantly, the terrified gypsy complied and began to speak. "A great and powerful magic possesses you, but it be a dark magic, indeed! Take care to use such power wisely and discreetly! Only then might you avoid what..." The woman quit speaking and just stared at him, her bloodshot eyes grown even wider, that they simply could have rolled out of their sockets and onto the floor, had she simply bowed her head.
"I can see now! There is no other way, no matter what you do! You must leave, now! And no matter what happens, it is your destiny!" After she finished speaking, the old woman pushed him out of her tent, mumbling some archaic language under her breath as she did, thus leaving the young traveller to stand alone in the pouring rain, pondering his unanswered questions that he so desperately wanted to ask of her.
For some years, the observant wanderer learned much on his travels, always wondering at the tired old seer's words. Until one day, a Raven alit upon his shoulder and leaned over to whisper in his ear. He soon learned that she was a magical creature who could change form at will, when she up and turned herself into a human, right there before him. From that moment forward, with prodding words of encouragement from his avian Muse, he discovered that he could tap into and summon the magic all on his own.
Immediately, he set about to create his own world; one that only existed within his mind. But alas, he needed to share his world with others. Taking on the persona of his dark alter-ego, that of the Dolly Master, the magician and his flying Familiar, began luring in those curious travellers who found themselves venturing near to the borders of his dream world. A world full of madness from which many have never returned!
And right before my eyes, she shrinks down in size.
Hands placed at her hips, she looks up and quips,
"A little help, please?", and then steps toward me.
I place out my palm, and say, "Well, come along!"
She next says to me, "It's time to get busy!"
Then, like a soaring rocket, she leaps into my shirt pocket,"
Where there she will reside, always close and at my side!
~ the Dolly Master ~
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