Mother of Babylon Thy speak of sinful flesh falls short of my lips Your scornful nature taps against the skull My flesh burns with indignation But not from any punishment you can mete out Heartless is the memory of men Seeking to bind and conquer and rule To besmirch the powerful and capable Any crown forged and welded... bled for To speak of many heads monstrous They are afraid and their words reek of it I turn my bare throat and growl Hiss between my teeth Such d

Image - Natalina Drepina source I have spoken before of Shadow Masks and the damage they can do to spiritual seekers; "Slipping into a shadow mask is one of the simplest forms of self-deception. To know ourselves is to resonate from a place of personal power; to ignore and justify our seemingly less desirable qualities or reactions, blaming others for our own shadows, is to make ourselves lesser. This is highlighted where so ever there is personal disagreement; when one perso

image - Cristopher McKenney. Samhain is almost on us, (leaving arguments concerning moon phases versus calendar dates aside, and mentioning that I have been performing rituals for about a week already,) and for the first time in a long time, there is more heavy reverence, somberness, and sadness in the air. Lessons are salty and sweet, with salt from bitter tears wept at the altar, balanced by the perfumed dew from the rose petals as those tears fall. Freedom is such a gift,