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Have you ever pondered about the real identity of the people you talk to over the net?

They say everybody lies. One more than others (insert laughter here) but what if...real spirits are using your screen to get what they want? Channelling is as old as the sun, what better medium that a clean convoluted grid of invisible connections?

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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if ( Read more... )

I dream of you,
Kneeling at my feet.
Your light kiss upon my hand.
Your devotion fills your eyes.
Then lowered in demure respect.

I dream of you.
Kneeling at my feet.
Collar bound.
Leashed, within my hand.
My large strength,
Filling your mouth,
And then your throat.
Listening to your moans,
As you drink,
What you have wrought.

I dream of you,
Beneath my exploring ( Read more... )

I was watching a film about Amedeo Modigliani last weekend. He was a Jewish Italian painter who would become the epitome of the tragic artist. He suffered from tuberculosis, the most romantic disease ever. It was a refined way to die. Tuberculosis seemed to give its victims the flower of beauty, even while they were in the throes of death. Rosy ( Read more... )

Understanding Happiness is a process that each individual goes through in order to redefine the needs of our feelings. 
Some people think that career achievements, fame and shiny objects are what they seek in life. But that type of happiness is only a transient sensation we get in a particular moment in time. This sensation only represents our ( Read more... )

Down through the ages people have been visited by all sorts of strange beings. Some of these have been utterly fantastic in description as well as activity. By far the most common type, however, have been humanoid, and by that I mean having some semblance to the human physical configuration, although their powers have been distinctly super-human. ( Read more... )

Goodbye, my love, the object of my fury!

Opening this door may bring me peace.

Of you, my rage has been both judge and jury,

Determined not to grant you your release.

How did I lose your baby eyes?

What of all my blows sent you away?

I didn´t do so well, the little time we had

And the bitter price I am paying

Will not bring ( Read more... )

I am the trodden one, with light in my eyes.
My stature is unassuming; my flesh a disguise.
I toss my seeds to all who can hear,
treading along with the lowly ones,
casting my Spirits' stare.
In your eyes I feel a burden so great.
A troubled spirit, in despairs' wake.
Overflowing my will for you of perfect love,
why do you run from me, oh my Beloved?
The ( Read more... )

He wins the trust of his victims with acts of kindness.
He can blend in with any crowd.
He can manipulate any situation to his favor.
He can shapeshift to what ever makes you comfortable,
and strikes when finally invited.

Late at night he came, hidden by the dark
because that is when he is most powerful.
You let him near because you trust him, or so ( Read more... )