On Monsters and Family (Devotional December)

I don’t talk about the spirits I call the Beasts of Outer Darkness very much in public.  They’re a group of monster spirits who live in Outer Darkness, and are deeply loyal to their Queen.  The majority of my work with/devotion involving them takes place in the Otherworlds, though I do interact with them Here, especially the children.

What I’ve learned from them over the years has been a lot about asking for help when I need it, and even more about Love and Family (including that I may want to be a father someday Here.)  The Beasts are much wilder than any other spirits I deal with, but in their own way, they’re Family to me, and I love them.

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Echoes (Devotional December)

Their lives have long passed
still they haunt these woods,
draped in black and veils of lace.

The Queen’s Guard watches all,
the Beasts run free, and Outer Darkness
is home to many, to those too monstrous

to call the cities Home;
yet still, they are loved
by the King.

Let It Shine (Devotional December)

Since it’s the 9th of the month, which is the King of All Darkness’s day, I though I’d post a song that reminds me of him, rather than writing a poem.  This might be the next song I learn on guitar, since I’ve been listening to a lot of Southern Gothic style country lately.

I’ve got a little darkness in my heart
I know one day the world will fall apart
But until it falls to pieces and there’s fire in the sky

I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine, shine, shine
I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine

I’ve got a little darkness in my soul
No Jesus, pills, or whisky fills the hole
I’ll light another fire so the world will burn all night

I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine, shine, shine
I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine

I want to shine like the moon at night
I’ll be a million candles
That guide your weary footsteps
And keep you safe from harm
And if my light should falter
You’ll bury me in the ground
And guide me through the darkness
Till death it comes around

There’s a darkness on the broken side of town
At midnight when the devils come around
I’ll light us both a fire and I’ll take us through the night

I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine, shine, shine
I’m gonna take my heart and let it shine

I want to shine like the moon at night
I’ll be a million candles
That guide your weary footsteps
And keep you safe from harm
And if my light should falter
You’ll bury me in the ground
And guide me through the darkness
Till death it comes around

Finding Joy (Devotional December)

I’ve come to the conclusion that Souls-like games (games that are similar in difficult mechanics and somber tone to Dark Souls) aren’t for me.  It’s not just the sheer difficulty of these games, but the bleak, depressing, storylines as well.

I used to be really into dark, depressing, fiction and media.  Looking back, I can see not only how my tastes have changed, but also my attitudes towards life have changed.  I’m happier, more optimistic, now, and I have my gods, spirits, and Beloveds from Darkness to thank at least in part for that.

I’ve Started A Dreamwidth!

Tumblr (my other main social media) is currently falling apart so fast that I have whiplash for watching my dash as it explodes.  Right now I’m not planning on leaving, but I *am* backing up all my notes that are about my private woo astral bullshit.

I decided to make a Dreamwidth account, which is probably going to be all my interests crammed together in one place.  It’s here (link) if anyone wants to check it out.

Separation (Devotional December)

All around me I see death; all paths seem to end there, all dreams seem to be shattered, to be labeled A Sacrifice, For Your Own Good.

I wonder if I am the only one whose gods abhor meaningless sacrifice, if the violent language that “devotion” is spoken about in is nothing but an echo chamber gone horribly wrong.

I wonder about the vortex of the Otherworlds that I have lost friends to, how easy it once was for me to slip away to the Otherworlds, and how now I am precariously clinging to my sanity, and trying to rebuild a life Here.  My Beloveds and Queen have cut the threads that bound my Other Self and I together, for both of us, and we have found that we are happier apart.

For the King (Devotional December)

You do not ask for sacrifices,
for bent knee and pretty words,
for hallways covered in molten gold.

You ask that I live, that I love
that I find beauty in my life Here,
and gentleness for my own Heart.

You are the Light in Darkness
guiding your People with Grace
and Love beyond comprehension.