Saturday, 30 October 2010

Season's Greetings

Waxwork automaton of Lily Childs, circa 1947
Hell, the veil is thin this year. It's no wonder with so much political shite going on worldwide. Mother Nature's fucked off with her world being (over)run by accountants and lawyers, with all the inabilities their imaginations are possessed of, and distinct lack of talent at understanding human nature and people's creative needs.

Tonight - in fact the next couple of weeks are - special. I don't do New Age; everything has its dark side, and so we need to embrace it. It's not evil, it's essential - it's balance.

Once upon a time a "very powerful healer" (her words) told me to stop wearing black, that I should invite the light in and wear white. Now - me and white don't like each other very much. I look like a patient in it and always spill food down it, and in turn it loves to make me look even wider than I already am (and that's pretty considerable). Any old way, said powerful healer insisted on doing a reading for me using Native American Totem Animal cards. The card that came up first was Crow "You wear black as a cloak. It is your power, black is your creative path. Black is your colour by nature." Yup. Powerful Healer changed the subject.

Happy, or rather a deeply reflective and ancestor-invoking Hallowe'en to all of you.

With love.
Lily Childs is a writer of horror, esoteric, mystery and chilling fiction.

If you see her dancing outside in a thunder storm - don't try to bring her in. She's safe.