♥♥ЯÄVëΏÐ@ѓҜ CŁĂΨ♥♥

In mythology Crow was born from a falling star that landed in a volcano, Raven was here when the world was created. Both fly in from the west bearing death however Crow heralds war, where as Raven does not...


Ravens: are loyal beyond measures. They are the birds that perch
around and hear all and listen for all. They go to their kin and make
sure that they get the information of what they have heard. They are known to find lost things, they are also seen around death, evil and darkness…They can go were no one would like to tread…You would find that Ravens tend to like graveyards at night…They seem to hang out and even play there. They also feed off the death with in the sanctuary of the dead in the graveyard.


CONSPIRACY?

i try not to get to absorbed in them haha yeh right,but the reason conspiracies are so popular amongst people is because they usually offer plausable answers to acts/events whose motives cannot easily be explained,when you start to see a pattern it is hard to deny their authenticty...

TRUTH?

Tha dark ages have returned...
and with it the witch,the peasant....and the king......ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW.......


(THE RAVEN)...

Take what you learned,
keep it in a black feather,
under your coat,
and close to your hearts...

Our time here is short,
like the lives we all live,
for us all casting shadows and doubt...

Everlasting memories,
in the fields of subconsious,
are in rows like the farmers corn...

Beneath moonbeams,
our minds go drifting like dreams,
to be awakened to life at first dawn...

And so it goes the Raven,
when all is forsaken,
will come to the aid of you all...

So do take a feather,
in good or fowl weather,
and keep your head up when i call... ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW...


...(VERITABLE CASTLE)...

I had to fall back into stealth...

I had to save me from my self...

For right of self,for right of rain...

I send away this world of pain...

For if you look into my eyes...

My enemies begin to writhe...

Writhe around this world of pain...

Maintaining course into the vane...

Letting go this Hatred healing...

Which direction i proclaim...

Screaming softly whats my name... ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW..

PROPHECY...

...At the very heart surrounded by thorns in the temple of david, there is a shining star.., it is our light beyond the shadows,it is the wispering on the wind..the cosmic constant, the universal song,the undeniable truth,and as the wheel turrns,it is the one thing that cannot be denied...we are his servants, he is our king...he who commands armies of angels, and who created the birds ,the beasts, and all the fishes in the sea...he who holds our mother in his carring arms and bathes her in his radiant splendor...watching as her glimmering beuty reflects life to all his creatures below...one thing is for sure, if it were not for the great mystery all life would cease to exist...Witchcraft is understanding the great mysteries of all the religions of the world and the study of the greatest temple of all the human mind, as we were created in the likeness of our maker ,so we should aspire to think feel and love like him as well,showing respect for our mother has always been his message,and is at the heart of the wiccan tradition,teaching us at last the delicate balance between the two deities and the difference between good and evil hearts...
...♥♥ЯÄVëΏÐðѓҜ CŁĂΨ♥♥...

ABSOLUTION...

i did not leave the church to lose my religion...but to find the truth......
...ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW.......

THE LINE OF VERGANCE...

...I catch alot of shit for being a witch/wizard who still believes in god...i think you have to be a catholic and discover the secret of the mason ,before you can truely understand witchcraft... most christian raised folks use wicca as a conduit to escape the world of christianity polarizing themselves into either one group or another and losing that sense of free will to stand back and observe the two ...from what i have been able to piece together both religion and paganism are not only opposites they compiliment each other, they are no doubt attempts by mankind to put a hold on something that cannot be grasped, male and female deities of both religions catholic and pagan, comprise two very diffrent aspects of our beliefs...monotheistic vs polytheistic points of view,
scientific vs spiritual, and modern vs old ,all divide on this line of vergance seperating ourselves into divided states of mind...only if and when we regognize this can we proceed to the next level.....

THE KEY...

....It is the key to the temple of the mind body and soul that is
of intrest in this case...and the purpose of our existence is the divine question that comprises the great mystery of mankind, it drives the very engine of our spirit to live,
and acts as the light at the end of the tunnel for us all...

THE SEA OF ENDLESS POSSIBILITY...

...I do not rule out the existence of an avatar for our world and i dont rule out the possibility that aliens may be at the center of the birth of mankinds intellegence either,...
for anything older and smarter than us could surely be considered as what we would percieve as being godlike...and would no doubt be behind the intellegence that brought us the secrets involved in the building of the pyramids, the secret behind the temple of solomon, and our place as a civilization in the grand sceme of the cosmos...

ANTIQUITY...

...ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW.......alot of people get mad when you make that distinction but thats because they dont understand the masonic/catholic secrets that are at the very heart of the "craft" ...pagan people who cannot make that differentiation are still viewing the mainly religious/nonreligios aspects of their lives...and have not yet ascended to the temple of power, wisdom, and glory... it is now theorized that in the bible and at ancient sites their are codes and maps to the heavens reflecting a far more advanced race of human beings who held keys to secrets of an advanced civilizations of people/creatures from which all knowledge flowed,from them we learned to speak languages containing higher level mathmatics and modern ways of thinking,it is possible these people continue life at the bottom of the sea where no man can follow...or it is possible they left us to blossom as a civilization ourselves giving us the basic tools to survive and leaving us clues on the location of where to contact them in a far away galaxy....but one thing is for sure until we investigate all our plausable solutions we will never be able to unlock the truth behind our existence...


( ACURRSED )

Make it extra nasty if i please,

With bitter taste and broken knees ,

Like snaping branches breaking limbs,

Like driving rain in bending trees,

Broken glass and broken neck ,

To show them all their disrespect ,

I reach and out and grab them from a place they cannot see.... ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW



(THE SEA OF ENDLESS POSSIBILITY)

On a certian moon,beneath the stars...
you can see her battle scars,

When frozen comets hit her face,
tossing sparks to outerspace,

A shimmering sea i see below,
spread out like diamonds to and fro,

Gazing on horizons glare,
reflecting off the water...

Below i see a deep blue sea,
tossing turning changing things,

Repitition making sounds,
the slapping of the waves...

The fish they school,
in wings of fin and scale of diffrent size,

And eyes that glow from deep below,
in everchanging tides,

Tiny ship is rocked by sea of endless possibility...

Tossing rocking far below,
the shimmering shining jewels,

A yellow star, not far from ours,
that heralds life,the water world,
third planet in this system,and saftley out of reach... ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW


...hehehe...more to come


DREAMLAND

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
Form a wild weird clime that lithe,sublime,
Out of Space - out of Time.


Bottomless vales and boundless floods
And chasms,and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the that drip all over;
Mountians toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Sureing into skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters-lone and dead-
Their still waters-still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.


By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters,lone and dead-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With snows over the lollng lily-
By the mountians-near the river
Murmuring lowly,murmuring ever-
By the grey woods-by the swamp
Where the toad and newy encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools


Where dwell the ghouls-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
Where the traveler meets aghast
Sheeted memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they past the wonderer by-
White robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to earth-and heaven.


For the heart whos woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit who walks in shadow
'Tis-oh tis an Eldorardo!
But the traveler,travelling through it,
May not-dare to openly veiw it;
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkend glasses.


By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolin,named Night
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule...


...EDGAR ALLEN POE...



this stuff is the best...top cow/image comics THE DARKNESS #82...a short burst about the ANGELUS...you might like the way this one was worded...

The acts of the blessed angelus
from the epistle of magda
the younger to the school of athens
in the year 487.


"Blessed be the angelus
and blessed are the words
of her servant"...


Our blessed angelus,
eager to seek the ultimate defeat
of the unholy darkness,
sought a weapon to pierce his armored hide
and cast his blackened soul to the
ends of the earth.


Breaking the bonds of our world,
she cast her wings
among the stars.


Borne on the towering
wave of her believers
eternal souls,she
hastened through the ether
at a speed besting the hands of time.

She and her trusted generals
encircled a small star in the
endless night and spoke holy magic into
its core for seven years,plus
seven more,taking neither food nor drink,
but sustaining themselves
on the will of the almighty alone.


Her sacred words pierced
the burning heart of the star and
spun it backwards on itself,
pushing the blinding light it
once poured forth into
a smaller and smaller vessel.


The strain of the feat
cost the generals
their lives.


As each of them died in turn she cast
the shimmering net of their souls
behind her,scooping up the strange
beasts who roamed the dark spaces.


And from each beast she did
wring the light of the star
that once played in its eyes.


And from each monster
her net strained the very
memory of the light.


Thus holding the three aspects
of the star in her hands;its vital essence,
its cast light,and its memory,
she worked the star stuff as a blacksmith
works smoldering iron,


For seven years, and seven more
she hammered at the star with naught
but her hands,cured and hardened
as they were by holy fire.


And the
star
ceased
to be.


Its former might
now hewn and alloyed
with hers,she hefted
the star in her hands
and it took form
of a brilliant blade.



Tired of the labour,she rested
and the blade found purchase in her bosom.


She fell from the heavens,
and in the time of her falling
many centuries came and went
on the darkness cursed earth.


But when she and her treasure
came to rest on this world she
was to weak to weild it.


Rather than let the precious blade
fall into the hands of the hate darkness
for whom it was meant to slay,or the jealous
hands of those who would usurp her station,
she cast it into the hands of her faihtful
human followers.


Thus the angelus may rise and fall,
her temperament may surge and ebb,
but her greatest weapon will be untouched
by the vagaries of her incarnations.


And the dagger of heaven
will reside in the angelus school
until the day it finds a home...


In the heart of darkness


Blessed be the Angelus
and blessed are the words
of her servant.


"Amen"."May we remain her
faithful servants until
her glory is acheived". (This is not my work)...RAVEN


(A JUNKYARD DREAMING)...


Look this White has Faded Black,
Exposed beneath a substance Lack-

-Luster Baked,soon to be Finished,
Eaten away my can of Spinach.

Below the Rift, Beyond the Crack,
Past the Old Boot, and the tied up Sac.

Under the Broken Ore,
Around the Old Tree.

I think i hear Something,
Someones talking to me.

Tired of the Garbage,
Tired of canned Soup.

I've Returned to the Party,
I'm back in the Loop!

My things are all here,
Like the Rotten Apple Core.

The Needle,the Empty can,
The Knob from a Drawer.

The thimble,the thread,
And the Lace from a Shoe.

I'm coming Undone now,
What should I do ?

I need to Reflect,
On this need to Collect,
And I've come back to see
How much Room I have Left.

Back to the Junkyard,
Back to the Treasure,
Back to the Sparkling Rhinestones
In Leather!

Under the Broken Ore,
Past the Old Boot,
Pass the Old Spinach,
I'm Looking for Loot... ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW

DEVOTION...

In a moments flash

they changed their gaze

unyeilding wrath of heaven sent,

on wings of white

and fearless feather

dipped in blood and tossed in flame.





the Light from the walls

that reflected below

revealing the dark armies ranks,

blinding towers amongst

silver lined clouds,

diving down even further from safety.





"the squadron is ready,

we will soon make first contact

and pierce through their skulls

with our spears".

"then we bank right

and you cover your wing,

they will try to bring us down

from the rear".





and behold i saw flames

pass the lines of my legions

like fingers of hands

reaching up from below.





many angels will be lost

when they reach the front lines

their purpose will be to punch a hole

in the side.





then a ray of light

can shine down from the towers,

and trumpets will sound

and then victory's ours!





and we will stand tall

casting arrows of light

over impregnable walls

of heavenly might!....ЯÅϋξЙđΔ®Ҝ ÇŁĄW...