Emerging from the coccoon of silence. The Goddess at the base of my spine awakens. She begins to arise. Slithering up. Sinks her golden teeth into my brainstem, transfering a potent medium. Watering the Lotus Bud between my brow, filling its vase with...Laughter.
A rich wine spills from the corners of my mouth. My eyes become diamonds sparkling in the sun. Laughter fills me. Laughter in the Temple, cleansing it. Hallowing it. A magickal tool.

He entered this earth-walk as a dreamer, now he leads his people with great warmth. His people, the people who accepted great peace, those who cried to connect to all life, the ones who treasured fullness of heart. Their path brought us here. In a time before books, before clocks, before the concepts were added that moved us away from ordinary mind, before water had been added to our wine, we walked with great spirit. A trickle of this spirit-stream yet remains, though few are even aware when… Continue

As the cinderblocks of self-perception crash at my feet, a realization comes: I am responsible for every creature I create. Whether war-like or dancing, colorful or dark, I own them all. So I will face the 42 assessors and pay my debt with a smile. They're not me, but they're my responsibility.

Concentrating. Try to watch where each one goes, but they scatter quickly, lose sight of most.

So when you see the angry, they annoying, the somewhat possessed, don't react so strongly.… Continue

Honey drips from crescent moon...stillness. Elevating him into the arms of Avalon for a split second. Then, Thump! Tumbling back to earth, yet content to commune with the pine needles of this grove.