Crimson is the color associated with our true nature, just as blood is the source of our body’s essence, keeping it healthy, nurtured and strong.
We are the bird and the work is the song, and we must sing it while we can. And when this song comes not from a desire to please or to prove or to achieve, but from a profound and earnest longing in the sacred nucleus of us, it is holy work too.
I summon them, these women I was told to shun, and I take my seat at this Last Supper of Holy Whores, this so solemn Samhain celebration that is my highest ritual.
I’ve already apologized to God in case it's not true, but I have tasted God in the sacred energy of others, and on at least one occasion, God tasted like cherries. It was unmistakable. I think it was the combination of God energy with the essence of that person. I think it was how the Holy ...