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Friday, February 27, 2015

This Rising And Falling

This rising and falling of my words creates passion, conflict, and crime.  What is it that moves the heart so violently, like a boat on a stormy sea?

I gain confidence in the rising of the sun and quietude as it sinks into a mysterious unknown place.

This rising and falling of my heart gives me wings to boldly confess all of my desires; and in the depths of my despair, to retreat within where no created thing can find a trace of my existence.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Higher Dangers

You are not a mere human being.  You descended out of the darkness like a magician.  You ask me to spend Eternity with you.  I tell you how often I change form and how this might frighten you.  You laugh and in reply say, "So can I!"

With no hesitation I proclaim, "I accept you in all your forms!"

Those who ascend the mundane life will encounter beast, demon, and God.  Love searches for itself and rejects the world's temptations.  When the Lover chooses this path his courage will be met with higher dangers.  Follow your heart because the adventure is the reward.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Dirty Little Pass Time

Men and women with busy minds
go to play with other's husbands and wives
pleasure is the only aim
satisfaction is the mutual game

Their unquenched sexual appetite
is like a wild boar or ferocious lion
these untamed animal energies
control man's deepest desires
they become whores, victims, even liars

They will give all their dignity away
for a fleeting moment of ecstasy and foreplay
not mastering these desires keeps a man bind
where sex is everyone's dirty little pass time.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

The Old Hag- The Missing Link

In April 1997 I went back home to Illinois. I visited with family and friends.  The house I grew up in, I refused to stay in. So I made the decision to stay with a friend for a few days and then my grandma's.  I would come to regret this decision.

My grandfather, a Christian man, had warned me as a young child that my grandmother was possessed by demons.  His words stuck with me, but I never truly believed him.  

And so it happened one night, staying in the bedroom that was my mom's as a child.  I laid in the bed afraid to fall asleep.  I felt an evil presence.  As I lay there, I looked up at the ceiling and saw three black masses swirling around.  One by one they attacked me.  It felt like a sudden zapping of my energy.

I began to pray to God. I remained watchful, terrified that if I fell asleep something even worse would happen to me.  The dark masses continued their attacks.  I am not sure how much time passed.  I did eventually fall asleep.  I did not tell a soul what had happened.

After many years of research and experience, I have come to the conclusion that what I experienced is all related to the Old Hag.  It seems to me that from my visit back home something followed me back to Arizona.  

Looking back I realize two things: Firstly, that there was a battle for my soul.  Secondly, family curses are real.  So in conclusion it is now my firm belief that not only are places haunted, but people are too.

Demonology 101:

~Entities feed off of negative emotions and family.
~Entities that drain a life force may be dormat for a long time, waiting for a energy boost from a human.
~They are capable of following a person.
~You have to remain positive and vigilant in keeping your family bonded, this diverts the entity.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

The Many Strands of God

If I reach beyond this reality and grasp for knowledge of the Infinite, where into is it that I am reaching?  

The life of a mystic can find the supernatural everywhere.  The fabric of time is swept away when the mystic applies the knowledge of Eternity to the human existence.  One's plastic life is transformed into a labor of love.  The mystic knows all she receives is a blessing of the Perfection beyond.  The experience of the fullness in the mystic's life is felt when she grasps the many strands of God that connect the Unseen and the Seen World.

Monday, February 2, 2015

This Quietness

This courting you with my words has been going on and on for some time now.  The more words I say, the quieter you become.  The quieter you become, the more mysterious you become to me.  Maybe just maybe, from this quietness there will emerge only one of us.