I had a message last night from a friend asking me to call. I didn't see it until this morning when I found out that he had tried to contact me about a friend passing. I appreciate that gesture deeply.
About 20 years ago I had the immense pleasure and shared insanity of being adopted into a group of crazed mages. Martin was among the most crazed and therefore beloved. Stories of his triumphs and breakdowns were the things of legend. My very most favorite memory of him was a quick synchronized Thelemic jig danced with William at the funeral of another of us. I'm certain that many secrets above my grade were shared that day.
My favorite stories of Martin were in his idiosyncracy of trying to walk through doorways that no one else saw. These generally resulted in facial bruising and embarassment. I always wondered if we believed in the doorways as much as he did, if we could all pass through them.
Martin, sadly you finally found one such doorway and crossed alone. I wish you the peace you were searching for.
The problem with aging is that you can't take all your friends and loved ones with you for the entire ride.
Say hello to Paco, Paul, and Charles for me. Tell them they are still missed.