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Tuesday Tell All… Tell something you would never know about yourself to another…
My tell all is I am a Holy Witch…(I am part Catholic part Wiccan)….
I inhaled the moon’s gaze upon me, as I touched upon the jagged stone. I felt my soul emerge through time, here to the place I felt so drawn. It had taken me from the sea to a canopy of green. I saw my likeness once etched into the stone. I knew nothing then, yet it was my reflection staring back at me, purged of sin only to be thrust into the depths of Hell.
I’ve come for him above the hill and beyond the mountain, where our destinies crossed, lost alone, yet I am here. My soul is ancient, so I must heal from within. My heart is pure so I must bleed alone. When I came through the veil I had left everything I once knew behind. I was the saint, the sinner, the Holy Witch. Left to the task of making sense of this past life and my place in it.
I held the fragile thread of life barely in my grasp. The tears of heaven grew higher it seemed, and I tasted of sin, and witchcraft and sorcery, and of damnation. Breathing became a task I forced myself to master.
I found myself back at the tree in the glen, the memories rushing through my essence. I wavered, hoping I would recover from the madness. But it did not go. I touched upon the pages of the book and began writing in words ancient and strange, unheard of in my time yet so familiar, they filled the parchment with my story.
Lady of Nightfall, untamed and free,
Bound only to her heart,
She finds her way; she is the warm earth
And magic step,
The current of the river shaded deep from
Tears she wept;
Fear without direction yet she cries;
Cries that sweep over the wooded home
Of the heartless – ever still;
Creatures answer back her song
So sad a Lady’s will…
Tiny House Tale: a documentary about a single mother’s Tiny House journey from the ground up,
Dantalion Of The Goetia Legacy: angels, demons, and forbidden love interlace in this dark fantasy of Dantalion, a condemned demon from an ancient 17th century book of magick ‘The Goetia’,
The Silent Serenade: an inspirational collection of poetry and photography capturing some of the most beautiful places around the world.