This slightly overcast fall day I woke up to a loud thump, a transformer blew and then dead silence. It was hot, stuffy and hard to breathe without central air and I was nursing a post film premiere hangover from The Alamo Drafthouse and The Highball.
Watching the film premiere of FOLLOW , by Austin’s own Owen Egerton, was the perfect way to spend a rare Black Moon evening. Disturbingly dark hints of Lynch and Hitchcock. I highly recommend it.
Happy 1st Day of October. Countdown ’til Halloween.
I always celebrated each day as pre-Halloween build up growing up in the Northwest. Fall rituals included toasting marshmallows around large bonfires in the woods, ghost stories around the fire, walking through pumpkin patches getting lost in corn mazes, crunching crisp orange and red leaves under foot, early morning fog rolling in, carving gourds and pumpkins into gruesome jack’o’lanterns, baking Halloween treats from cookies to witch breads, hot cocoa and black jelly beans.
Inktober 2016 Challenge
Day One: Oct. 1st, 2016
Friday night a second New Moon makes it’s appearance…but this is not a a bad omen moon, in fact it’s good juju invoking the misunderstood rebellious Dark Goddess Lilith herself. She refuses to be dominated or controlled by anyone. She was unfairly cast as a demon and suffered the projections of others who wanted dominion over her.
Serpent tailed tongue she wanted to bring Knowledge to other women but was cast as Satan himself and exiled from The Garden of Eden.
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams. -Jeremy Irons, actor (b. 19 Sep 1948)
Jeremy Irons reminds me of my best friend, Sean Harmon who passed in 2002.
The impeccable manners, the boyish charm.
Trying to avoid other people’s crazy dramas right now. It’s like walking through a minefield blind folded.
Can you feel that? The energy shift? An awakening or staring into The Dark Night of the Soul, never-ending feeling of the Abyss? Lunar Eclipse in Aquarius (9:00 am on August 18th.)
“In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Take the pain and write, create art.
Transmute shit into gold.