LIves Past Present Sisters of Blood

Bind them from harm of self others place and beings Brand ..so we my know them on presence  Banish from this plain. Space so they destroy no more  x time..  Heal those who have been harmed Repair the souls that are tarnished Bring light to the darkness. Forgiveness to the shame. Fullness to the hunger So mote it be

Sacred Water hear my call. Wash away the darkness within my soul Sacred Water cleanse on the out and within Carry away the dirt carry repair the sin. Sacred Water make me whole Heal the wounds with my soul.   Sacred Water cleanse my sight.  Let me focus on the sacred and the  light. So mote it be

Intimacy the loss of   I miss the moment of sharing essence the gap between our lips where we tasted each other's soul.  Energy crossed and created an electrical storm around us.  The discovery of each other. over and over... You smell in this moment and how my skin tingled in every place your fingers drifted. I miss the vulnerability the freedom to let go entirely and wholly just be.. to want.. to feel.   I miss the freedom of this.  the unguarded nakedness of my being literally, and figuratively.  The wholeness of letting go, forgetting my name and just knowing I am yours.  The safety of this, the release .. the worth of the connection.  I grieve the loss of intimacy.  The feel of your breath upon my skin.. my back my bell .. my inner leg.  I miss what this means and the privilege that no one else is allowed.  That you as my person get the right to make me tremble with pleasure and quicken with anticipation.  you ge...

It's unrest in my bones.   I can't explain. A picture and urge. The calling.. a haunting voice that I can't quite hear.  Be it family time, TV playing our show.. watching swimming of my daughter.  The evil flashes across my mind.. the picture the thought .. then it's gone.. an iron taste in my mouth.  These happenings grew as the Blood Moon closed in. The power ... the pull .. the lives before in this winter's night.  I deny the power within me. I do not test it.

Can I draw it from you?   My head hurt, the pain behind my eyes.   A tinge of nausea, the metal taste lingering and noise accompanied by a sharpness that trembled in my ears.   The question plays in my brain.  I DONT KNOW THAT I want you to see/feel consume it.. my darkness.    I answer w I'm not sure you want to do that. as she grabs my wrist.. and I feel the energy.  Light..easy.." shhh" as I reactively push against the foreign energy.  'Demon" I whisper and find the vault shove him in..  I look to my friend who knows the taste and sense of darkness, I see the look in her eyes of "that's quite a headache"  ..  I am hoping that is all that was felt.  Not the brimstone, the green flame, the monster that dwells within.   My friend looks a bit pale and green .. price that goes with the energy exchanged..  I physically ..mentally feel better.. I am grateful.. but not sure I wanted my friend to carry t...

In the last 24 hours.. I have traveled time with the apparitions of my past, present future.   It's an easy thing to do when driving across the "flatlands" of Indiana ..Letting my mind drift scenes from childhood, voices .. feelings accompany me on the ride breaking through the music to come to the front of my conscience.   1.5 hours each way .  Driving to my town of Origin. Logan is a good enough place, and honestly was the small town of heart warming movies where you could be a kid and ride your bike across bridges , all over and you were safe. Parenting was done by when the street lights came on, otherwise if it was warm enough to not get frostbite you were outside with friends.   And like all small communities, we had our secrets.  Some of us though twice about going home when the lights came on not for the fun we were having but for what awaited us.  The sins of the father passed down via violent hand, slaying of the verbal, out rig...

Sisters of blood Sisters of night We call out to you Purified by moonlight. Sanguine thirsts Steele raised high Take the offering in the pyre Imbue us with stealth and power In this our witching hour..

I stand here with him looking into the swirling void.  Talking casually about life's lessons. This epicenter..sparks enter and leave.  I know this place but I don't..thousands of names, home heaven genesis.. we stand talking as two friends would by a campfire or over coffee.. in this place between worlds..on the edge of creation.   I know I have stood here before.. I look at the vastness the embers of soul new and old whizzing by and perceive it like sunsets ..back oh yes back in life.. and I wake up at 331 AM .. a swirling nebulous in my head.. My dreams are of conversations.. lately with death.  I can not recollect about what but i know who.  We talk as if friends who know each other's inner workings, comfortable.  It's not my time ..but I have visited here, possibly the closeness my father has been, maybe it's about a pesky contract negotiation.. I should be alarmed but I am not and the memory and content are blurred just out of reach. It annoy...

I gaze at her .. wanting missing.. the void between us is large.   Her scent, the feel of her skin beneath my fingers.. Her lips the way they meld with mine.. the mingling of the essence in the air just before our lips touch...   God, I crave this.. Her firm but gentle touch or even tug.. Just to have her pinky glide across mine..  the thought makes my chest hurt.. I hurt because she sits before me and we have not had this in a year. My heart wants to pour itself out in the distance between us, flood the space, and hope that she bathes in it.. even lingers.. But I do not have the energy for the rejection, for the pain both hers and mine.  So I sit over her on the couch.  I sit over here against the door in the truck. ..Continuing to respect the void and distance.. I feel as if you want nothing of me.  I feel as if you are only here because there is nowhere else.  That you get if you leave, you jeopardize losing SAM and I am a necessar...

The fates May have a new contract.. I am not interested in their tricks.. nor am I interested in upsetting them.  Their interferences, controls, rules.. I do not believe I am beyond recourse and understand there is a price...  I am old enough to know By some rights I am ancient.  Enough so that I am weary of the petty, and superficial power..How hollow a soul must feel to leverage, spout, weild..How young.. The source spit us out.. And while I should be reverant.. being a harbinger of experience life. Lessons feelings...also seems trite.  I have amassed context. Passion code honor... I have lived, taken, given .. .. Maybe I am weary of the game.. same base different flavor.. So a new signing so to speak.  No.. I have intent this time.  I am where I need to be.  I will help her to see she can't fix his soul.  The void she continue to try to heal only grows..it is not and never has been her responsibility.  It's his void..his lesso...

He presents himself lanky, wavy bown hair mid length and unruly, spectacles push up to a place they seem a bit un uncomfortable,  tall around 6 ft, cardigan golden, brick red trim.  Brown pants, brown well worn dock martins, worn brown t shirt.. the disheveled appearance and packaging of cute nerd.  The room is old oak floor to ceiling bookshelves and books,  ladders on rollers and slides are attached allowing access.  a large rectangular table sits in front of the iron framed windows.. sun light beams display the floating ancient particles suspend in the radiance.  I feel a natural ease in this place.  He turns warm smile ..hands me a worn but newer leather bound book.  "This is yours"  i take the book smell it.. that's what i do with books.  A bit strange i know but i love the smell.. "Mine"  ..whispered as i held it.. "Yours" as he motioned to the entirety of the room. These were stories of lives..some thick some thin....

I call out please mistress.. She is not here.. Please .. tell me how I am bad.. punish me as you see fit.  ..I am caught in the place in between . Blue purple tendrils sweep out.. Fingers stroke down my side.. but no one is here .. "This is dangerous"  whispers inside my head  NO .. it is connection .. I want to mingle in this interim physically 2018 no one is here with me  but this other realm, tugging at the recesses of my mind, appearing when my eyes close.  How do we exist in both.. I get why the muddling is dangerous for her.. I do not wish to risk who, what we currently have.  That is definitely not my intent.. This has and will its way around us, reconciliations, connections have a way of doing that.   It is time .. Truthsayer. Maybe we have forgotten our power.. Maybe the strength and recovery of this is to remind us of our strength.  How wield that in our lives is part of our free will part of our path. "Mistress".. the...

I walk down the corridor in black, boots, pants, poet shirt.  My hair pulled back.. .. I wear this well ... Piercing blue eyes.. Look like blue flames, daring anyone to stare to long. I have my typical escorts, one on each side.  they are  "trusted" not by me but I am suppose to act as if they are in my inner circle.  They are cunning brutes fit for one purpose.  Like hunting dogs on a leash.. I allow them some quarry and to feel as if they are exalted.. There are more where they come from.  Like hungry dogs I know they would turn on me.. They are more wild then kept. I have purpose in this trek through torch lit archways.. For walking on cobblestone floors, I barely make any sound of footfalls.. The beauty of conversion.. Masking sound..bending light.. I honestly don't care who hears me.. Let them come and see.. I have served, I have conquered.. Now I have a message for her. This is why I have escorts.. My will was suppose to be bent, I was suppose t...

I have always went with the motto .. when you open a door, not only may you enter, but you might let other things out, or in .. .not expected. In my current physical realm this is easily related to cats, flys.. pesky insects,   A bull of a 150 lb dog pushing past and running for treats. In the meta-physical it's all about connections and energy.. the pools these connections draw from, memories .. lusts , desires.. feelings, cravings.  They go with us across the plains.  There are also those who like my 150 lb shepherd or a fly take advantage of the opening to go through and end up someplace they possibly shouldn't be. As I traverse through this latest recollection, and feel the pull to her.  The want/ need of understanding, closeness.  I temper my self, push out from my heart balance.. I will need that stregth and temperance for this .. As what we have been, who we were.. and currently are.. there is power.. intoxicating luring power.. There is also t...

My neck and shoulder area is not something I have ever readily offered up. I would have flashs to teeth , bite.. fading .  When past lovers would try to kiss me here, I would instantly shrink .. There has only been one in my current history which I have feeling offered this vulnerable blood rich extension. I have always had flashes of someone, something biting, latching on .. drawing my life force and then I awake ..hungry.. hyper focused.. My belief, just stories and movies playing with my imagination.. Learned fear from observation.. I mean these things aren't real.. 'but what if they are have been is the resounding whisper"   What if you were one..  In moment's of ecstasy.. sheer joy I like to bite.. specifically the place where ones shoulder and neck meet.  It is a compelling force.. When I loose myself .. when I sudder and forget my name.. this is the behavior the drive.. I remind myself not to draw blood and I hand in the consciousness by a thr...

We ran into the circle of trees a small clearing.  Fog  encompassed the woods hushing footsteps.. dulling the shadows in opposition to the full moon,  in this place ..sacred.. we stood back to back Blood streaked daggers to the sky.. The liquid burgundy lines trickled down our arms, had splattered on to our face.. We were not scared, but enthralled. Copper, iron metallic infused the back of our mouths .. hungry for more.. Everything was alive.. piercing senses.. We had given the due sacrifice and taken our part.. Now we bathed in it all Moonlight, blood.. energy, darkness.. power I wake from the image.. shake my head.. It is 2018.. The moon demands me to stand.. look out upon it.. The connection is unbroken.. her aura is with me.. Royal Blue.. fahes before me .. Eyes open closed it does not matter.  She is there.. but how.. This life we are separated by hemispheres, continents..   "this life" I repeat .. I see us as if it were now .. I feel no shame f...