I would like to share with all of you a poem that was writen through my medium Chris in a DRAW DOWN he had when we were meditating on our next conjuration of Ose. I thought it was cool and it touched me very much.
Echo from across the Dark Land:
The wheat stirs in the breeze, already heavy. It is summer. It is night. The Moon is full. Through the wheat He comes striding, twice its height, and black as night. Horns curl at the sides of His head; vast wings are at His back. He smiles. He comes to you and embraces you warmly. Not only His strong arms, but the wings too gather around you. Covered with a nap as soft as velvet, these wings: you could snuggle into it forever. "I am the Night," He whispers into your ear. "I am the Night your Lover. I will never leave you. I will be with you always, everywhere, and in all ways. I am the Night your Lover." But then He says "But I am also the Devourer. Remember that as well." And He bites you -- a little nip -- to make you remember. And then He vanishes, leaving you standing there, naked in the moonlight, your skin glowing white as the Moon Herself. There is a tingle on your neck where He bit you, a growing tingle. When it gets to your shoulder you can see what it is: your skin is turning black. The blackness spreads across you as the shadow on the Moon: She wanes, and when She is dark, you too are all black. And taller; horns curl at the sides of your head, vast wings spread at your back. And when the Moon is full again, You will go striding through the wheat, until You encounter someone; You will embrace that person with Your strong arms, and with Your velvety wings. "I am the Night," You will say. "I am the Night your Lover."
Keep checkin I Conjure Ose tomorro night.
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[font=Comic Sans Ms][b][i] I dont care who you are. We all live and we all die, we all bleed and we all cry. We all make sacrifices and we all make mistakes. We all go through some hell before we get to heaven. Even Christ was made to suffer before heaven opened his gates for him.
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