Shapeshifters bold become hunting animals- A wolf, a coyote, maybe; even a bear.
In death, a Shaman becomes one great Bison to feed an entire village.
The way it works in Wicca- When Sorcerers break rules to create evil curses- Witches become irritating bugs- With plastic eyes and needled spines for arms.
-A harmless mammal roams up from below the wharf and is immediately scrutinized by Lizards and Insects that survive by exporting fear- There is no savior for humans trapped between warring tribes armored with ancient magik and infected skin.
If these things we see are signs of the future- Then all is lost to the non-believers
-We have taught you how it is to be good and we have warned you of the consequence of speaking with a child's tongue in this world of tentative rain above us and fiery lava below.
We seek clarity through the fog- Not knowing for sure whom it is that wishes us harm, or whom it is that reaches out in kindness.
I am here to help- But if my charity is mistaken for mistaken for weakness- Then let the panes of glass fly off their temporary structures, allow the rooftops to pop open unannounced, and force the foundation to be consumed, from underneath, by the Blacksmith that always has his oven churning.
There are no secrets we can hide from the Pharaoh's Eye that is operated by the great slave army of passed over kings.
-Two soldiers in combat lock their weapons down at the sight of schoolchildren marching toward them. And, before they can differentiate the illusion from the true reality, they are torn apart by the horde of snakes and buzzards that have surrounded them.
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If it wasn't for all the unnecessary wars- Blame on innocents, apathy of the guilty denying suspicion, false empathy for the dagger in the back and the nameless family- Our premeditated revenge tactics would not exist.
-In denying our peaceful nature during times of crisis, we heighten tension in our attempt to cleanse the gene pool.
-It is known that ancient cultures did not believe the lower chasts worthy of any sacrifice, or shared pleasure.
-We have been born in the muck and it is expected for all of us to toss off the yolk by our own accord.
-Being born equal to all other men has an underlying disadvantage for those who were kicked in the head before they were born.
-My favorite war story is about the populace of a small town during the Civil War, bringing out their picnic baskets to watch the Northern and Southern armies converge on a battlefield. They must have been expecting a type of scrum involving misfired canons and broken sticks.
What they got, though, was the most obscene, nightmarish spectacle any of them had ever witnessed. They ran, vomiting and crying out in anguish, into the woods like fawn and pheasant- Frightened to show their faces to either army until the war was over.
-The old trick of survival is to take captives to barter with for opposing factions approval.
If no one ever comes to rescue the captives, or take them prisoner, they must be poisoned, incinerated- The ashes scattered into a turbulent wind so no evidence of them existing can ever be found.
-Traces of carbon from a campfire wound around me the other night- I wiped the ashen dust into my face, let my clothes become inebriated with the scent of camp.
-The animals know my scent- And, the difference between peaceful sage, or pine- And, the rough edge of day old smoke and ember.
-It is useless, at times, to attempt to clean ourselves of the burs and thorns that have pockmarked our skin since birth. The wounds heal eventually- The scabs can be scraped, leaving only traces of scarring, the open sores cauterized, and bandaged.
-But, some of us may leave the dried blood flaking on our skin for a few days-To remind those that want to harm us further, that their job is not done yet and we are still not running away.
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-I have seen, in the street, a man recently returned from war, shouting down an older veteran, in an attempt to establish equal respect for his plight.
-I have overheard the criticisms of the older feminists, in their confusion of the way younger women mismanage their lives and give in to chauvinist bias.
-I have witnessed liberals and conservatives alike, discriminate against anyone viewed as weaker, uglier, more distant, more arbitrary.
-Anger and remorse can be considered the same emotion when the frustrations of people's lives become overbearing and beyond ordinary realms of control.
-These are examples of tough times forced upon people who are not prepared for them.
-They arrive in church, and, instead of a prayer for salvation, they invent little curses in their minds to throw out at their imaginary enemies.
-They conjure up false complaints about each other- The service is poor, the staff is lazy, the training is not what it used to be.
-They come with terrific excuses for their own lack of performance- I'm deathly ill, I wasn't trained properly, the sky might fall.
-I have come to the conclusion that until stability and security can once again be proven to exist, that I will enjoy life when I can- Regardless of the capital needed to really have fun.
- It is in the quest for great fortune when the toughest decisions are made- In this time of economic struggle, if I catch you attempting to sell my love away, it should be known that expiration date has expired and the Blacksmiths' anvil also has your initials pounded permanently onto it's strike.
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-We have discovered recently that there is no invasion of privacy, if privacy does not exist.
-People live outside of themselves on their social networking realities. So much so, that if a person desperately wants something kept secret, her/his peers will peck away at it- Like a buzzard does to a corpses' internal organs.
-The idea of killing another person is completely undesirable to anyone with a healthy conscience. But, even those with conscience can be tempted into the "killing from afar" strategy.
-This is the wish that someone you know, however far away they are from you, comes to some inescapable harm. The Wiccan theory comes into play here that bad coincidence, and negative synchronicity are purposely caused by too many people thinking negative things about a person, all at the same time.
-The Buddhist ideology of not fearing "invisible enemies," that may, or may not exist, contrasts the Pagan philosophy of negative energy sources.
-But, as everyone soon may learn, everything evil can be conjured by a pod plane or, maybe, just a sudden detonation in the middle of the ocean, on a specific, highly fragile fault line.
-Anyone, anywhere in the world, can create chaos, if they have the proper codes and know-how to access a powerful governments' technology.
-This is when the Holders of Real Magik are forced to put their trump cards on the table. If hallucinations can be triggered from a far away place, out of the sky, into the ground we walk upon, then it is the Blacksmith who gives the order for spirits to rise out of their imprisonment- In an unforeseen, riotous tumult of woman and man versus a sadistic, hallucinogenic, mechanical beast.
5- We still do not understand how our disposable lives are taken for granted by those who depend on us to serve them their wine, and dig their diamonds out of the priceless dirt they stole long ago with permission only from the dirt itself.
The trees are angry- They are about to tear out their own roots in hopes of allowing the soil to slip back into the sea.
The wind is angry, also. It billows when it is asked not to, and stagnates, like a thick algae, when the ocean pleads with it to flow.
The Sun, and the hidden universe behind it, still laugh at the follies of Earth- Blacksmith still pounding out armor and weaponry- Instead of tools or decorations. Mother Ocean still weeping- Pleading eternally with thinning crust of land, to please not purposely erode without cause, or warning.
Our economies are living experiments, our technologies are living experiments, our hearts, and minds, and even our souls are virtual experiments-
And, we would like to know who it is that dares take our ongoing Democratic experiment into their hands like it is a ball of putty, and attempts to mold it, without the approval of the people, into some mangled form that the world never expected it to become.
-We know who They are- But, we are still confused as to why They hide, while we are exposed, and why they seem protected, even from the Magik sent by a false star, while we wander barefoot on sharpened rocks- As if, They are gods, and we are still nomadic tribesmen- Frightened and intimidated by the Phantoms and Monsters that roam the night.
-They cannot continually blame outside influence for our oppressed freedoms and undue intimidation.
Do not tell us there is no money when there are half-smoked cigars littering the gutters.
Do not tell us technology is falling into evil hands when our Constitution and Bill of Rights were ignored by the people claiming to take responsibility for our country's protection.
-Roaches and mice have always lived under the concrete- But, somehow, barking Hyenas slipped through the cemetery gate, and it was you, Gatekeeper, that handed them the picks and shovels they needed to desecrate pre-mature graves.
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This is the beginning of the age of prayers for miracles.
However, as we have seen time and time again throughout history, when true miracles happen in a way that people can actually witness them, they are less than pleasant- And, normally involve an amount of pain not requested by the average person, who is simply hoping for a way out of uncomfortable circumstance.
When I pray, I use a form of meditation developed by Monks primarily in Korea.
The method seems simple- But, is considered more difficult by most practitioners of meditation.
Instead of repeating a phrase over and over, either out loud, or in your' mind, the Korean method attempts to remove all dialogue, either from within the mind, or from without.
It is extremely difficult to achieve this womb-like, fetal state of mind.
But, we have become aware of the Ki, without requesting it.
And, it is what allows shallow waters to remain safe- And, it is what distracts the Blacksmith from his hammering for a brief moment- As he becomes aware of another aura, possibly a sound, possibly a tap on his shoulder, that is subtle in it's approach, but somehow far more clear and concise than even the hissing of heated metal into the trough.
-And, it is what turns a Serpentine Temptresses' head from her real lover- And, plagues her on those lonely nights, when she awakes in heat, so close to orgasm without even a touch from any hand- Longing with desire for another person that exists- If only he or she was within reach.
