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qedavathegrey:

Revel;

in the discomfort

your presence

Sows,

Make them see,

Make them all

See what they fear:

For our kind,

Are but a mirror

Into the fractured psyche,

Of the ignorant,

Who would cast us into fire —

We are Other,

We are Enemy,

For it is we,

Who might force them to see,

That which they truly —

Wish to be

Outliers,

Cast from the purgative womb,

Of a broken kingdom,

An exile in white,

While our lineage weeps

Adorning mantillas of somber retribution,

— for having been vessel to the Damned,

Our condemnation,

Is our saving grace

For is it that which

Breaks the shackles of expectation,

We are Nature,

This is our reclamation,

Of what hath been stolen,

In the Garden of Life Everlasting,

When Man plucked the fruit from the bough,

The Serpent coiled around our waist,

And we lowered our skyward arms to him;

The choice was never ours to make.

And then the Tyrant spit forth acrid dominion,

He told his Bastard Children,

“Take naught from Them,

For they dare know more than I!”

And the Silver-Tongued One sought shelter in our tresses,

Hisssing sssuch sssoft ssspoken sssongs,

They took from Us,

Just as their Creator stole life from Our Mother—

The Garden—

We are the overgrowth,

We are the devastation,

We are the winding root,

And coiled vine fingers,

Of the Gods —

Of our Kin —

Mahakali –

Perses –

Eris –

We are the Horsemen:

We have come to Destroy

So that we,

Might,

One day,

Start again:

Let us ride.

Blow the trumpet!
Let us ride!
Be hushed in silence!
Let us ride!
Let loose the raven unto the skies!
Let slip the leash of hounds gone wild!
The trees shall quake and the rocks shall shudder
The clouds shall howl and be torn asunder!
LET US RIDE.

Source: qedavathegrey

Revel;

in the discomfort

your presence

Sows,

Make them see,

Make them all

See what they fear:

For our kind,

Are but a mirror

Into the fractured psyche,

Of the ignorant,

Who would cast us into fire –

We are Other,

We are Enemy,

For it is we,

Who might force them to see,

That which they truly –

Wish to be

Outliers,

Cast from the purgative womb,

Of a broken kingdom,

An exile in white,

While our lineage weeps

Adorning mantillas of somber retribution,

– for having been vessel to the Damned,

Our condemnation,

Is our saving grace

For is it that which

Breaks the shackles of expectation,

We are Nature,

This is our reclamation,

Of what hath been stolen,

In the Garden of Life Everlasting,

When Man plucked the fruit from the bough,

The Serpent coiled around our waist,

And we lowered our skyward arms to him;

The choice was never ours to make.

And then the Tyrant spit forth acrid dominion,

He told his Bastard Children,

“Take naught from Them,

For they dare know more than I!”

And the Silver-Tongued One sought shelter in our tresses,

Hisssing sssuch sssoft ssspoken sssongs,

They took from Us,

Just as their Creator stole life from Our Mother–

The Garden–

We are the overgrowth,

We are the devastation,

We are the winding root,

And coiled vine fingers,

Of the Gods –

Of our Kin –

Mahakali –

Perses –

Eris –

We are the Horsemen:

We have come to Destroy

So that we,

Might,

One day,

Start again:

Let us ride.

Despite its tattered appearance, this bowl is like my child. As you can see, the sugars in the juniper I burned this evening ran up the walls with the fire.

It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

Earlier I was walking through my cemetery in which I convene with Samedi, and there, laying in the thick of grass nearest the central cross, I found this die turned to the 6 face hidden under the melting snow.

Curious, I think.

Especially since the cemetery has been inaccessible since the snow and ice. And I was there the night before the snow came.

Circle of Convergence

To be used when a “natural” place of convergence cannot be accessed (a crossroads, ley lines, as well as more metaphorical “gateways,” such a cemeteries or doorways) and/or in addition to one already present.

It acts as a focal point and catalyst for energy/planar convergence, functioning as a gateway in itself or a funnel through which objects might be enchanted.

To use, draw on the ground (if at a crossroads, nearest its center you can manage; if at a cemetery, nearest the central cross) with pemba, white sand, white chalk, cascarilla or any preferred white medium beginning with the central cross and then building the rest of the symbol around thusly. After complete, it’s uses are nearly endless and align with dozens of rituals.

Evoke wisely,

Seal of Pomba Gira: Sulphur, Gold and Silver

Used to balance her creative and destructive forces, paving the way for change in the most pointed and constructive manner, all the while allowing for the limitless potential that is she .

To be used in addition to already existing ponto riscados.

Ex: