angelbear's blog: "RELIGION "

Merry Christmas to me

I’m in prison for a life sentence

Merry Christmas to me

All I did was love him

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Now I have chains all over me

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Self sacrifice came with a high price

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My life and the babies to save his

Merry Christmas to me

I walk this path alone like I always have

Merry Christmas to me

My Christmas present this year is death of my soul

Merry Christmas to me

SELF HELL 

The bible doesn't even begin to describe what true self hell is. Nor does it tell you the simple fact that self hell is worse then hell or anything else in the world or anyone can throw at you. Nothing truelly compares to the hell you put yourself in because you put yourself there and are constantly reminded of that ever seccond of the day. Think having a broken heart is hard what if your the one that caused that broken heart and destroyed your love life forever or better yet what if you cursed yourself so bad to the point where your heart will never love again. 

There is no contract to sign with anyone to fix this. You can't simply go to a doctors office tell them your sick and you need a prescription for such and such problem and poof you get it and in like 2 weeks its all gone. There is no amount of therapy that can fix this problem either its not like you can go to the psych's office get analyzed have them tell you exactly whats wrong with you then go to a certain amount of sessions and poof your cured. 

For you beginners at analyzing someone let me give you some lessons. Its not smart to analyze anyone without there knowledge and without there permission. People don't really like being told what they already know nor being told what is "wrong" with them ever. Its very dangerous to analyze someone if you have no prior training in that field especially if you have no fucking clue what you are talking about. Some signs can be completley misread or misleading. ex. SHREK," THERE ARE MORE TO OGRES THEN WHAT PEOPLE THINK ".

Lust after evil, and do not at all love Christ; 
you follow the devil, do not seek Him who give salvation; 
despise Christ, I beg you, and realize 
that never will you stand before a judgment; 
suppress those who speak the truth, 
and do not praise the deeds of anyone, but seek to slander them; 
do not consider your own; let your end be an evil one, 
do not seek the things of heaven; 
let yourself be broken by crime, 
do not shun pleasures of the flesh.

Hear now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air.
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magickal ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat Returns,
And the witches are seen,
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.

When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
Again witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array,
Thirteen times at esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.

The power was passed down the ages,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.

When drawn is the magickal circle,
By sword or athame of power,
It's compass between the two worlds lies,
In Land of the Shades for that hour.

This world has no right then to know it,
And world of beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magick is wrought.

For two are the mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.

The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this did our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild wind's rider,
The Horn'd One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.

She is youthful and old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver Lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The master and mistress of magick,
They dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the old Gods,
And dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us,
In peace at the end of our days.

And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it in love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By magick of old be it done!