Witches are everywhere…we are always among you…Happy Samhain and Blessed be
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Wing,,,
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The Raven Kin loved his birds madly and with great passion. He cared for them in every way possible, providing food, water and nesting material. The birds followed him wherever he went, calling to him and circling above him as he walked. But this wasn’t always the case.
In the beginning of time a child was born. His name was Wing. His parents had few skills and there was no one to teach them how to care for a child. All of the first people learned on the fly, so to speak. Language was still in the future and children just appeared, no one longed for them. Wing was fortunate, however, since he was born in a beautiful, dark place where there were trees and streams. One day, while playing in the dirt, on top of a small hill, his tribe moved on. When Wing went home, a word I use loosely, everyone was gone. He sat on the ground and waited. He waited but no one came to get him. He wasn’t afraid or upset, he just didn’t know exactly what to do. The ravens watched him from afar. The Mother Raven finally took pity on the child, dropped from the sky and placed a nut in front of the boy. Wing smiled. the raven pushed the nut closer, until the boy understood that it was food. That night, as Wing lay shivering in the dust, the ravens came to warm him. They perched upon his arms and side. They gathered around his head and back and kept watch over him until morning. And that was the beginning of the great transformation.
Wing and the ravens became a family. As he grew he climbed trees and roosted with the birds during the night. He cawed and bobbed as well as any bird and they accepted each other unconditionally. It was a beautiful thing. The boy and the birds. The ravens knew that the boy would never be able to fly, but it took Wing a long time to face that fact. He wanted to be a raven and while he understood that he was not a bird and never would be, the longing to be the same as the others in his family, weighed heavy upon his heart. The birds reassured him that he was as fine as any raven but Wing knew better.
Wing and the ravens lived for a very long time. The earth changed and Wing’s skills were honed to a fine point. He had long ago given up the idea of ever being a bird, although he still wore feathers in his hair, and instead concentrated on doing the best he could do for his family. People, while few and far between, were seen more frequently now and the ravens, flying high above, warned Wing when someone was near. But one day, Wing woke to see a figure standing over him. The silent birds were perched on branches, still watching over him.
“Wing,” said the figure.
Wing’s heart was beating so fast he thought maybe he could actually fly.
“Wing,” said the figure, once again. “We have heard the call of the ravens and have come to do as they asked.”
Wing cawed and the birds flew to him.
“You, my son, are the Raven King and I bestow up you the holy mask and robe of the birds. Midnight black, fair of feather, the sentries of the sky, you have proven yourself.”
The birds began to caw in earnest, sending up a great sound to the sky. The figure nodded and Wing found himself masked and draped in fabric.
“The gift the ravens have given is this…one night, each cycle, you will be able to fly.”
Wing couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The ravens were telling him, translating the words into caws, so that he could understand. The birds surrounded him, pecking at his robe and perching on his shoulders. When he looked around the figure was gone.
And that is how Wing became the Raven King. He lives to this very day, as do his birds. If you have a clear sky on Halloween night and you think you see someone flying in front of the moon, amid a flock of ravens, you are not mistaken, for on that one very special night, Wing takes flight…the Raven King and his family.
Happy Halloween. Caw.
Death…
Picture from: Pinterest
she
looked
so
sweet
and
charming
her
smile
was
quite
disarming
but
the
truth
was
so
alarming
because
all
of
it
was
lies
her
job
was
never
easy
it
made
some
people
queasy
but
someone
had
to
do
it
so
she
did
she
helped
the
dead
cross
over
in
huge
boats
that
went
through
clover
so
they
had
a
lovely
view
as
they
journeyed
toward
the
light
her
kite
was
kind
of
scary
it
was
all
she
had
to
carry
so
that
spirits
knew
to
follow
on
this
scariest
of
nights
Happy Halloween
TODAY IS MELANIE’S BIRTHDAY…yayayayayayayay!!!!!!! Happy, happy, happy Melanie:)
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Happy birthday Melanie. Hope you have many, many more!!!!! ❤
Miss Pennywinkle
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Miss Pennywinkle’s was the best bakery around. She opened the doors at exactly seven in the morning and closed at four in the afternoon, seven days a week. During those hours the shop was always full. Her cauldron cookies melted in one’s mouth and her flying broomsticks thrilled children of every age. Her chocolate raspberry heart tarts were only available to those over twenty-one years of age and they sold out each and every day. Fairy Dust cupcakes, chocolate and vanilla, were special favorites of women under thirty and upsidedown bat buns were favored by young men. Miss Pennywinkle’s cakes could easily be up to twenty layers high and made of anything one desired. Needless to say, she catered all the events in the city.
But Miss Pennywinkle had something else in her bakery, something no one knew about. Two of the rooms in the back of her shop were safe houses for faeries who wanted to escape from their courts. The walls were covered in runes and spells so, they couldn’t be found. When she felt it was safe she transferred the them the the Book Lover’s Emporium, where they could live long and happy lives without fear of being caught. No one would have ever guessed that Miss Pennywinkle was anything more than a baker. But that’s the problem, people always forget that they should never judge a cupcake by it’s frosting.
Graffiti…Childhood isn’t the same for everyone…2 pictures
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Both kids are soldiers, one in a war for his country and one in a war for his neighborhood. Insanity.
Rethinking Life 
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on October 31, 2015