A devil riding on the wings of an Angel

i love talking to the devil

we always seem to converse about

the most intimate of things

he says to me

"be scandalous, you have power!"

"tell lies and be full of deceit"

"it sells!"

the devil has confirmed my behavior

as i am alot like him

the devil saturates the mind

with anything you want to believe

and then whispers

"pass it on"

and the chain link fence begins

CONFORM:

to act in accord with the prevailing standards, attitudes, practices, etc., of society or a group: One has to conform in order to succeed in this company

SUCCEED:

to attain success in some popularly recognized form, as wealth or standing: The class voted him the one most likely to succeed

or

EXCEED:

to go beyond the bounds or limits of: to exceed one's understanding

"don't question me

it is word!"

the nature of his calls

are to confuse me

and make me crazy

enough to produce something insane

what an inspiring fellow he can be.

AF

scandalous behavior

the witch: a mystery to all who don't fully know her, making your head spin,

provoking something deep with in.

Who dares to follow?

I am a witch

casting spells of fantasy and illusion

and my Book of Shadows lay

sleeping within my head

the power coming from awareness

the honesty within escape

from the snare that holds you there

the chain of lies

no longer link

one by one they were broken

a heaping pile of rusted metal

can no longer hold me there

the illusion

of happy faces

replaced with vulgar words of anger

into a world

I can only see from distance

your vision blocked

from the wall you hide behind

I am far far away in my own world
I dance

I sing

the rain melts me

trees talk

I listen

I run

but not away

I beleive in illusion

as I create

I come from a deep dark place

into the light

I arrive with awe

my eyes adjust

and I see him

straight ahead

not arriving before me but with me

we walk

and enter our home made of illusion

AF

a spell is cast

The Mystery of Anna Belle Funk continues to intrigue. I sit on edge as i discover writings from a past that holds a place in the future. Timeless memories to explore. As a child I remember my gramps combing her long silver hair in the late evening as she sat in the rocker by the front window. He would gently pull the comb through until it was perfectly smooth, braiding her hair into a bun.

Diary Entry: August 1928-a spell is cast

Your first Periwinkle experience can happen anywhere or anytime...always unexpected.


He sat on the edge of a bench waiting for her to arrive and thought to himself
"I have been waiting for a really long time" (five minutes to be exact).
A breeze was blowing in from the ocean and the sounds were of soft waves taking their time to arrive on the shore, flowing into the sounds of the city close by. The night was clear and complete with a *waxing crescent moon setting in the west. The first glimpse of her face, shrouded by hair as if the wind picked up it's pace to place it, delicately covering her with a veil. She was upon him, eyes stared intently,  hands reaching to connect, her arms wrapped around him and he was locked in her embrace for a very, very long time; long enough for the city sounds to fade and the crescent moon to escape to another place.

Two souls embraced and embarked on a journey into the Periwinkle Zone; a place of Harmony and unspoken Ritual.

*A time to plan spells that introduce new beginnings and projects. A new relationship or any new venture in life.

It's a good time for any spells that could make your life more fulfilled. If you're looking for your love, now is a good time to make you "complete" per se.