October is my Month Of Increasing Power!

Let the theremin playing begin!

What does October mean to people? Rusty leaves? Bewitching weather? October, in all its moods and colors, has so many possible shades of meaning, and raises so many questions. Such as, "Does everyone realize what it means to me?

It's not like I haven't told people, about the special claim I have on October. Time and time again, I have tried to get this through their thick skulls.

I have told them before of the robots who march across the land at this time of year, marching over cleft and butte to come do my bidding. "Sim One We Are Loyal....Sim One We Are Loyal .....Sim One We Will Follow..." Onward they come, marching closer and closer....

I have told them before of the large October throne that must be crafted from the deepest rosewood, and hoisted upon the shoulders of two, well-proportioned Polynesian men, with me lounging upon it....

I have described the music that must be provided at the start and finish of all of my comings and goings ---a triumphant blast of trumpets accompanied by pump organ and theremin.

I have named the crops to be harvested, the fish to be hatched, the worms to be plucked....

I have ordered Polo players removed from Polo shirts, and golf shirts exchanged for tees made of hemp.....

I have demanded rum cakes soaking in rum, and sea minerals brought in on horseback....

A spontaneous combusion,  a suspension of the laws of gravity....

The tables overturned, the jacks let out of their boxes.....

Bums to be rushed, hums to be dingered....

All this, and more, to herald the dawn of the beginning of the very first day of what is My Month of Increasing Power!

A month of power e'er waxing like the gibbous moon, until the eve of the day of my birth. This shall happen as it happened long ago. (Not THAT long ago.) It has been happening since the morning of the day I alighted upon this earth sphere. Which really, was not so long ago. But it happened then and it's happening now and ever more shall be.