shadow work

  • No Dominion

    Eventually, you stop dancing with the devil beneath the pale moonlight and let the devil do what the devil is going to do. There is little reason to interrupt a good storyteller when every lie, given enough time, develops a strange habit of revealing the truth. Sometimes the truth arrives quietly. Sometimes it walks through…

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  • Consequences of Division

    The demons had been unusually restless since the veil began to thin. They had always lived among us, although in earlier centuries they possessed the dignity to remain mostly invisible. They preferred cathedrals after midnight, the bedsides of dying kings, the corners of rooms where grief had been left unattended for too many years. They…

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  • The Cathedral of Two

    There are two of us living beneath my skin. He arrived first to every war. She stayed behind to rememberwhat we were fighting for. He is iron beneath the tongue,the locked jaw,the hand that does not shakeeven when the rest of the world is burning. He learned strength without boundaries. So he became very goodat…

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  • The Devil Read the Fine Print

    There was an agreement once. Older than the people who signed it. Older than the beds they shared, the children they raised, the names carved into courthouse paper. No one remembers writing it. That was the clever part. It passed from hand to hand without ink, disguised as love. The masculine would provide. The feminine…

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  • He was the confessional without the collar. No stained glass. No wooden booth. No priest waiting patiently on the other side of a little brass screen. Just a telephone that was almost always on speaker and a man who could never keep his sins inside his own mouth. Behind closed doors, they poured out. The…

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  • The woman in Jackson Square told me I had brought someone with me. I smiled. Of course I had. He had been with me for years. New Orleans was sweating through midnight, all perfume and rot beneath the balconies. Rain still glistened between the bricks. Somewhere down Chartres Street, a trumpet was playing something slow…

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  • The Ones Who Remember

    They underestimated what you could do, who you are. The first attempt happened before you could speak. You wouldn’t remember it. That was the point. By five, you had already learned to watch people’s faces before listening to their words. By eight, you understood that love occasionally packed a suitcase. By twelve, betrayal had introduced…

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  • I closed my eyes because someone told me the answers were inside. I thought that was bullshit. Most advice given to people who don’t know what to do with their lives eventually involves breathing. Breathe deeply. Be present. Clear your mind. As if the mind has ever agreed to be cleared simply because someone asked…

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  • Before they called her dangerous, they called her divine. That is the part of the story they tend to leave out. Before there were warnings whispered about women who knew too much, there were women people traveled miles to find. Women who understood the moon before anyone bothered naming its phases. Women who knew which…

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  • There are stories that never found a religion because they were too old for scripture. They existed before language became organized, before mankind decided that the invisible should have names. They passed from one generation to another as whispers. Not because they were forbidden, but because they could not be proven. Some truths were never…

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