It appears you don't have PDF support in this web browser. Download PDF
Continue to your download.
Start Interactive Ad Now
Thanks for watching.
Ragged blue cuts through midni MaskRagged blue cuts through midnight black,three lines styled after the beast within.Cold amber, jaded and hard,bright eyes that burnyour very soul.A shapelessmouth; wordless and silent.Neither salvation nor mercy,only the damning silencefor the condemned.The left eye; underscoredwith a single triangulated tear,defiantly white.“An eye for an eye, but I don’t need to see,who needs eyes motherfucker I can feelyou bleed!”Bleed.Silent damnation in that amber glass,No mercy will fall from these lips.Bleed.No expression for this mask,Say something!Bleed.
Song of HealingDay to night, dark to light,Fall the sands of time.Let the years like the gearsOf a clock unwindIn your mind walk through timeBack to better days.Memories, like a dream,Wash your tears away.Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.---Cast away your old faceFull of gloom and spite.With this mask I will askTo borrow your light.
AngelsAngelsthey cry tears of joythey guard us from harmseraph fights for the almightyarchangels fight for earthangels are all around usthey cherish the world
WiccaDeity,Self-DedicationA ritual of earthen peaceMeditate, visualize, breatheKarma is a tool,Negative for negativePositive for positiveImbolc, Beltane, Lughnasadh, SamhainDivinityDarkness of its energy,Color of its lightLady of the moonLord of the sunGodess,Diana, Lucina, SelenaGod,Kerunnos, Osiris, ApolloSeven daysSymbolism,Fertility, patience, happiness, strength, peaceAll power is within ourselvesA thumb to VenusA forfinger to JupiterAkasha,The five elementsHuman potential,Do you believe?
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.For twelve years I have wantedto do exactly this, but suddenlypronouncing my own name calls upthe question of who it belongs toin the same breath LikeSolomon I was born a singerbut in the wrong key and mychords will not carry me, will notsummon the wolves to me onlypacks of hungry dogsstupid with domesticationbut nearly feral And likea hungry ghost I have learnednot to speak against thosewho will give me food 2. A sketch of myself. He says I must have been bornin the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste ofthe crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,and suddenly I open my wide arms forNew Orleans, find myself needing the wind fromthe Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spiritof the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plantof burnt umber, brown, ready and waiting likesage bushes, like the hill you go to that is bestfor collecting jun
There is a GodThere is a God,no mystery about it.Just look into the sky,and you will see.Touch the mountain peak,and you will see.Just take a breath,hold deep then exhale.And you will see that,there is a God.He is in the laugh of every baby,the glowing smile on their faces.In the heart of each child,dancing with the innocence of this life.He is holding that woman up in her pain.Giving that man strength in his trials.Speaking words of life into the hopeless,shining light into the darkness.He is God.He is the whisper in the wind,calling out your name.He is the Eye in the storm,waiting for you to call out to Him.He is everything you need,you just need to realize it is Him.There is a God,and He is everywhere.In the oceans tide,in the gull's cry,in the fires blaze,in the clouds rain,in your hearts song. There is a God.