It’s Alive

 

Were we meant to fly

to swim

in darkness

against the light?

Were the stories we tell

the songs we sing

meant to swim out of the darkness

into the light?

What are we without the stories

without the music?

We are the muscle, the bones

the heart

our blood for paint and ink

We are living art.

 

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Soul Food Alphabet Project: Fire Is For Fire Filled Forge

The Bonds Of Seth

20160630_121528-1-1-1.jpgI have found that I am at my most creative not when I connect with the world around me, but when I’m not afraid to connect with myself and what is going on inside of my own head.

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Sometimes it’s easy to go on my blog and ‘rant’ as the kids call it. Sometimes I have some valid things to say, but most of the time I wish I had written a story or tried my hand at a poem instead.

I’m reading and watching a lot of Joseph Campbell now days, and I’ve learned that with a shared story- and without the people who create and tell these stories our sense of community fails.

Facebook is an example of people struggling to connect and the story there is how they’ve done it- or for the most part how they’ve NOT connected. One day I figure that will be a recognized part of our mythos.

But who will tell that story? Who will find the heroes and the villains and record the path that people found themselves on once they entered the realm of Facebook.

People who write stories is the short answer.

So I guess that should be the voice I use.

 

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This picture shows Anubis in a ceremony for the Dead called ” Opening Of The Mouth “

It enables the dead to speak and breathe again.

I’m not dead, but I like the idea-

If you’re a creative person it’s easy to get lost, get distracted and in that our work dies. I think I’ll remember this ritual.

I think it will be part of my story.

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SFC Alphabet Project: E Is For The Cosmic Egg

Garden of Abaddon

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Your bones are graceless

the light has gone from your eyes

your soul has since fled

the rotting husk you live in

 

Let me free you

from your tomb here on Earth

I’ll craft you a new one

 

where you belong

I’ll bury you deep

I’ll leave you to sleep

and

dream

and scream

Forever

In

The Garden of  Abaddon.

 

“D”

 Is for Descent into the Under World