To give the weak soul something to believe in

About the artist http://notentirelylost.com/
from the past of JT Murphy

anointed prayer cloth...hanging from a nail,it drips with holy water
There is nothing better than a walk in the dark or a Grimm Tale

Amalie Grimm

I don't summon the demons,

they surround me

arriving when I need them

a sacred truth to be guarded

only to be spoken of in the heat of the day

and then

put away...forever

It brings fury to

the slaves of Satan

as the truth slips from

your lips

they punish you

from the bottomless pit of my soul

i come to you

through unknown means

It is the same story

truth or illusion will rule

the spoken word

a pact between two

broken and crumbling

disturbing the delicacy between them

it is something

coming from nothing

this power to destroy

or create

light or dark

it is a universal law
to lie is to destroy

you will soon decay

a rotten death.

I write

what is given to me from above and below

to disturb your mortal soul.

who is to blame?

the one that created the spell

now but ashes

below the stake.

AF

The Broom Handle

To: All of us who need the power of the witch.

While doing my morning rituals, I noticed I had more than one broom, I actually had several, maybe I could even say "I have a collection". they range from the Home Depot model to the beautiful handcrafted models. Each broom is unique and serves me the task at hand.

There are a precious few that I thought might enjoy this useful information...

A ritual of sweeping will put everything back in place. AF


If a broomstick was rubbed with such potions and used for riding or masturbatory purposes, a sensation of flight would result.

the witch could 'sweep her tracks from the sky.'

festival nights such as Walpurgisnacht, townspeople laid out hooks and scythes to kill any witches who fell off their brooms. The also rang church bells, which had the power to ground broomsticks and knock witches off them.

A famous Scottish witch of the 17th century, Isobel Gowdie, claimed to have used her broom for an atypical reason. Instead of using it for traveling, she used it to deceive her husband. Before going to a sabbat, Isobel substituted her broom for herself in bed. She said he never knew the difference, which might have been more of a comment on their marriage than a confession of witchcraft).

In some lore, the Devil dispensed brooms and flying ointment to weak witches who needed help.

Rumors are not always true

About the Art: JT Murphyhttp://notentirelylost.com/-a painting I would love to have.

The Funk House

This was before I learned to read warning signs.

Illusion

A witch is always mistaken for evil

when i tell you the story it is truth

or illusion

there is nothing other than this.

your bloody face and beaten body

the image remains asleep

the presence of light

awakens it.

the painting falls

My ears are in tune with the universe

I know what it offers.

to my dear friend

know this

you were the culprit

I was there

only to warn you

remember my words

are you ok?

I thought you to be wounded

with dragging limbs

under covers you lay

a dark room

down a long hall

I came to you

and set by your side.

Warning preceding

The beaten body.

you are under my care

we are connected

do not doubt

yet you question

and betray

do you remember?

"Sh...don't tell"

The Diary entry was dated: August is fucking hot

the diary entry was found in the form of a perfectly wadded up ball, twine wrapping around it in the most disorderly fashion, hair clippings and and what appeared to be blood stains, adorned the outer layer. It was hanging from a rafter in the attic by a piece of red thread; reminding me of a sacrificed head.

We would summon him

the five chosen witches

with bells and symbols

clips of hair tied and sewn into a deep pocket. His name was Kneeon,

a tall handsome black man

whenever he came near

my soul would crave the black chocolate.

I could feel it on my lips warm

melting me into a place that only he could.

The ride was long and hard

demons would dance

as they watched me ache with pleasure.

sounds from a primal past would escape

out of the mouth into a world

not to be understood but felt as a shiver,

the ice dagger piercing through a warm beating heart

turning it cold

melting evidence of all.

AF

Ball of Lite Energy

anna funk is a real witch, not the kind that is affiliated with organized cults, she is not a member of a coven , and not a part of the Wicca movement; for this reason and this reason only; she is considered a Classic Independent Witch. Now if you know anything about real witches, you will know the reason of this, the Classic Independent Witch does not rely on the research of other witches, all spells and potions are made from the depths of her dark soul, this is to be protected, not shared. Most likely you will never know whether or not you have met a real witch; witches are exclusive, revealing there identity to but a special few; the special few are always subservient to the needs of witches,they having no inclinations as to the services they are performing, they are manifested by her, beings from the dark, she gives them experiences they have never encountered and this is in return for the task they have ahead. The reason I know this; I am one of the chosen.
she says to me "anna funk exist only in your head."
News for the New Year
Amalie Grimm
It is a ironic story; for those that belive in Anna Funk rebuke her; therefore making her real in the small place they assume to be their brain.
The News can spread like wild fire in a small town, always giving the ones without a life 'something to talk about.' There were a handful of people (Anna's Closest friends) that knew the real story; it being not nearly so exciting as the rumors, those that coveted the bits of information told by her partner, reveling in the juicey gossip, she soon became the talk of the town. Now at first Anna was extremely upset...