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Spirtual warfare , pagen style on a cold windy night

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  • The air clung like thick soup
    The my heart rushed
    I ran and ran , faster , faster
    My god it was around me
    It was meta physical
    I couldn’t run fast enough
    I felt its slimy tendrils wrap about me

    It was almost physical, the fear
    It crept in to my bones , the fear
    It paralysed me , the fear
    It made me feel small and venerable , the fear

    My breath came in short bursts
    I cowered by the broken down wall

    I focused inwards
    I focused on the pool of red fire within
    I focused looking for a connection to the energy stream
    I focused praying to Diana
    I focused reaching out taping into the universal energy

    It started as a warm ball between my hands , the energy
    It grew , washing over me , the energy
    it drove the fear away, the energy

    My chest moved in and out as i breathed deep, back in control
    The energy flooded into me the universe accessed, back in control
    I stood strong bathed in the feminine power of the goddess, back in control

    I felt it turn in the spiritual and face me its blackness reaching for me
    I felt it scream at me , i could almost smell its foul breath
    It had a different scream when i channeled the energy given to me by Gaia
    It had a different scream when i channeled the energy given to me by diana of the moon
    It had a different scream when if felt the pure violence of the stag the god of the woods
    I stood connected to the universe to my mother and my father, i stood strong
    And it took to wing and disappeared with on final scream of hatred

    Praise the goddess
    Merry Part  



      December 24, 2011 12:16 AM GMT
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