This morning was morning number 5. If one were to add up all the 24 hour segments and divide by half this morning's oblations are in the middle. How synchronous that, by a margin of only a few hours, the middle of my Scirlin Head rite falls on the Spring Equinox.
Scirlin is the spirit of the middle.
Scirlin is the spirit of in between.
And as the Sun steps out of the watery Underworld of Pisces and into the fiery dawn of Aries so too does my Scirlin Head transverse the Underworld and then return back to the Middle world when he is reborn and exhumed from the crossroads.