Before Shub-Niggurath and Him Who Should Not Be Named, there are older, more fundamental gods. Come with us and worship Him who, if not the most powerful, is most certainly the most congenial of these deities: Brunch.

Scholars still cannot determine why mankind turned its back on these gods in favor of others: the mercurial, capricious Norse pantheon, the ancient and cold Cthulu collection, or the despotic and petulant Christian mythos. Unlike any of these later masters, the god Brunch demanded no back-bending toil, no blood sacrifice, and nobody got nailed to anything.

Instead they required only one sacrifice, which was immediately returned: time. Time granted to the god Brunch is time returned on an elevated plane, not in some far off future but immediately. A few Sunday-morning hours are transformed.

You're invited to spend a Sunday morning with us, in your own devotion to Brunch. We're strictly non-denominational, of course, and the choice is yours. Lounging in the sun or kneel-stand-kneel-stand? Dry communion wafers or butter-soaked french toast? Bring a friend, bring a guitar, bring sunglasses, bring a bottle to share with friends; whatever best to offer the gods who celebrate indolence, indulgence, and whipped cream.

You know the place. Follow the three wise guys or Baba Yaga if she goes by your place, or check out the directions. Show up any time after noon; Brunch by His nature is not too concerned with time, but you'll find the most people here around then. Arrive early and help with the devotions. Bring a bottle of cheap champagne or some other goodies as an offering to Brunch and your new friends. And while you're on the way, meditate on this:

. . . sunlight laughter orange juice music sweet butter and syrup friends coffee sunglasses fresh air french toast champagne . . .

om mani padme hum, indeed.

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