"I’m just a human being trying to make it in a world that is very rapidly losing its understanding of being human."-John Trudell

Fire is,too, cold…

Fire is,too, cold.
It doesn’t fuel on my memory
As I fuel on its pain.
Fire is, too, cold
Holding me in brazen arms
An embrace in charred confusion of Hell’s flames
And, still, the fire is,too, cold…

If you want to know pain, look past the mirror.

Âpa sundara hai.

This is a very blurry picture of a Wal Mart goldfish.

This is a very blurry picture of a Wal Mart goldfish.

I finally bought a tarot deck, but I would like some tips on cleansing and binding them.  Does anyone have some advice for me?

I finally bought a tarot deck, but I would like some tips on cleansing and binding them.  Does anyone have some advice for me?

Yup my life collection of memories so far…

witchycassandra:

I don’t like how much crap Satanists get. I mean how many people really try to understand the beliefs of a satanist? Most just assume they are evil. But, most aren’t. In fact, the ones I’ve met are actually pretty cool. They’re really nice and laid back. Just because in Christianity Satan is evil…

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openthoseprettyeyes:

Prayer For Strength:
Goddess Mother help me To be patient and strong To see what is truly important To act without selfishness and fear.
Goddess Mother help me To trust your wisdom To resist the cowards way To walk in faith and compassion To be truly human in spirit and heart.
Blessed Be.

openthoseprettyeyes:

Prayer For Strength:

Goddess Mother help me
To be patient and strong
To see what is truly important
To act without selfishness and fear.

Goddess Mother help me
To trust your wisdom
To resist the cowards way
To walk in faith and compassion
To be truly human in spirit and heart.

Blessed Be.

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yay flowers and bear :)

yay flowers and bear :)

Twilight

As the dawn fades in the pre-summer sky, we sit, we wonder how time passes so quickly by.

The sun will fade behind an earthy silhouette as the night is brought by the dusk, like glimmering fish in a net..

It’s time.  A hoot of an owl begins the night as a significant passage of the twilight.

The wind wraps your body in cold droplets like pebbles that suddenly tingle, a fight with the breathtaking stars called rebels.

A dance and a song will keep most going on, though the night as we know it will always be strong.

Til’ the dawn of an axe upon meadows’ glades will break the deep blue in red hued charades.

As night lingers away, though you follow it not, a sleep has been on you, so what’s happened has not.

Carefully waking, you peer out the frame, realizing that night still rests on your own windowpane.

Morning dew.

It was left for you.

The stars still sparkle

Among the waters

That the moon has left

with last nights dream.

It leaves with you

it’s own night time wonders.

Seeing a blossom like these brings joy to most,

Cast upon a gray sky and enhanced to look like happiness.

Look beyond the bright colors and see the true tree,

As the light even dims the cherry wood’s spirits.