Oh Goddess, Destroyer by Fire.
Eye of Horus.
Lately every urging has drawn me to you. Your healing your creativity. You whose wish created the Arts.
How can any artist not devote themselves to you? How can any one who seeks to heal, and be healed not
worship your guidance?
Your 100 names, every one of them. Each scream to me, hammer into my bones. Daring me not to follow my instinct. Always more comfortable in the greek pantheon, I find myself thrust, head first into the Egyptian.
Goddess, am I worthy of you? I know your trials will be hard. I beg of you to aide me in my journey. I beg you please...
I humbly ask to learn of you...
Monday, March 25, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Dreams
| | 0 commentsI've always believed dreams have power. This is a dream that has plagued me for years.
I have this dream, that I have all the time. I dream that my mom and I have to clean my dads trailer house (He hadn't lived in it for about 5 years before he died...no idea why we would have to clean it). The other part of the story is I am always having to get to Crestone (Colorado, close to where I grew up).
There are always variables, last night dad was still alive, but my mom and I were walking through the trailer trying to figure out how we could clean it since it was so mice infested, and made the comment it would be better to just burn it.
Last night, the variable also was that our neighbors had...
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