Laid up with back and hip pain and pretty much bedridden, and it's laborious to type. But, here are a few of me and Annica's favorite songs, all by the group 'HIM'.
Monday, October 8, 2018
A Few Vids for Rocktober
Laid up with back and hip pain and pretty much bedridden, and it's laborious to type. But, here are a few of me and Annica's favorite songs, all by the group 'HIM'.
Friday, October 5, 2018
Thursday, October 4, 2018
Abracadabra
Never use a word of power unless you mean that shit! This song and image we created is near and dear to my and Annica's heart and always reminds us of Rocktober and autumn. Every time I say abracadabra to Annica, something wacky or cool happens.
I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinning
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
You got me spinning
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burning for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burning for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face
I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abracadabra
Abracadabra
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Legions of the Night
When Nootch and I started celebrating Rocktober consciously together, we would play at night in the Magic Kingdom, and sometimes during the day if no one was around, and one night I told her that she was my only audience, that other than her, it was an audience of none. She told me that there were actually many eyes on us, and around mortals like me, that humans usually couldn't perceive.
But, all my life I HAD perceived beings, even if I only felt their presence. Even though I'm grown, heavy metal music still excites me and it excites Annica and we love going to hear live music played and the vibes and energies exchanged through the crowd and ourselves.
Rocktober for us is about returning to and preserving that youthful and potent energy that makes us feel alive and stirs us in many ways. So, every Rocktober one of the first songs we play is "Legions" by "Savatage".
Lyrics:
But, all my life I HAD perceived beings, even if I only felt their presence. Even though I'm grown, heavy metal music still excites me and it excites Annica and we love going to hear live music played and the vibes and energies exchanged through the crowd and ourselves.
Rocktober for us is about returning to and preserving that youthful and potent energy that makes us feel alive and stirs us in many ways. So, every Rocktober one of the first songs we play is "Legions" by "Savatage".
Lyrics:
A call from the night
metal storming masses
In the lies
Battle cry
Screaming to the night
Oh no
Summon up the legions
To do our deeds
Our legion's needs
Are growing every day
metal storming masses
In the lies
Battle cry
Screaming to the night
Oh no
Summon up the legions
To do our deeds
Our legion's needs
Are growing every day
We're coming out tonight
We come from the darker light
Join your hands and pray
Maybe you can all be saved
We come from the darker light
Join your hands and pray
Maybe you can all be saved
Legions of the night
Legions of the night
Good god
Legions of the night
Can they hear your battle cry
Legions of the night
Good god
Legions of the night
Can they hear your battle cry
Cry out
But what does it matter?
There's no way to escape
The hold we have on you
Oh no
Controlled by the master
Infiltrate
Penetrate
Your little precious minds
But what does it matter?
There's no way to escape
The hold we have on you
Oh no
Controlled by the master
Infiltrate
Penetrate
Your little precious minds
We're coming out tonight
We come from the darker light
Join your hands and pray
Maybe you can all be saved
We come from the darker light
Join your hands and pray
Maybe you can all be saved
Legions of the night
Legions of the night
Good god
Legions of the night
Can they hear your battle cry
Legions of the night
Good god
Legions of the night
Can they hear your battle cry
Scream loud
Let the masses hear you
Banging hard across the ground
Shatter the darkest lights
Oh no
Heed the master's calling
Congregate
Celebrate
The power you've obtained
Let the masses hear you
Banging hard across the ground
Shatter the darkest lights
Oh no
Heed the master's calling
Congregate
Celebrate
The power you've obtained
Angel Witch
When I was growing up, one of my favorite albums was by "Angel Witch". The title track has always been near and dear to my heart and significant. Annica knows how to compel me and affect me, she knows what moves me.
When we entered the "Magic Kingdom", she really turned on the charm and parts of me were still hesitant about some things. That autumn, during our first Rocktober there, she put this song in my mind that I hadn't heard in many moons, and we listened to it a lot back then.
She reminded me of it last night, so we made some art in memory of those days and nights. Here are the lyrics:
Nobody else can see you the same way as myself
Fly high and touch the sky, you're the angel I adore
If only you could feel for me that I feel for you
Why do you ignore me, angel, why can't I go with you?
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
The more love I feel for you, the more you fade away
Why can't you come and love me, do I have to stay this way?
I'm going to go insane if nothing happens soon
I look out at the night to see your shadow by the moon
You're an angel witch, you're angel witch
You're an angel witch, you're angel witch
Walk through the forest, I can feel that you're there
Why do you run away?
I'd never hurt you, I'd never hurt you
That'd be the last thing that I'd do....
When we entered the "Magic Kingdom", she really turned on the charm and parts of me were still hesitant about some things. That autumn, during our first Rocktober there, she put this song in my mind that I hadn't heard in many moons, and we listened to it a lot back then.
She reminded me of it last night, so we made some art in memory of those days and nights. Here are the lyrics:
Nobody else can see you the same way as myself
Fly high and touch the sky, you're the angel I adore
If only you could feel for me that I feel for you
Why do you ignore me, angel, why can't I go with you?
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
You're an angel witch, you're an angel witch
The more love I feel for you, the more you fade away
Why can't you come and love me, do I have to stay this way?
I'm going to go insane if nothing happens soon
I look out at the night to see your shadow by the moon
You're an angel witch, you're angel witch
You're an angel witch, you're angel witch
Walk through the forest, I can feel that you're there
Why do you run away?
I'd never hurt you, I'd never hurt you
That'd be the last thing that I'd do....
Monday, October 1, 2018
Signs and Wonders 2
Last December, not long after the "Nootchies" incident when my dad recognized an image of Annica I created in a dream he had, right before Christmas, something really odd happened. I do not know if it was Annica or not, but I will just tell what happened:
The dirt path to what I've dubbed "Dulcinea" that juts off from the main lane into my home is where I first associated Annica being in a local place. I knew this for years, but even though I eventually told my dad about Annica and I, I never told him about associating that path with her or naming it anything -- it had zero significance to him.
I was in a LOT of chronic pain and I had thought I had more pain meds to get me through a snow storm that passed through NC last year, but I was wrong. When it snows here, especially where we live, a lot of things are difficult to do because this is the south and we are not as prepared as other places to deal with a lot of snow, plus we live in the country.
My dad drives, but he hates driving in snow or on potential ice, and I don't drive. There is a store about 1.5 miles from us and my dad offered to get the meds for me and I was sick in my heart to send him into a snowstorm, it was near blizzard conditions and way colder here than it usually is, even in a snowstorm. Annica was nootching all over me and assuring me that it would be ok and that he'd be fine and I was crying and she told me to surrender and let him do it. So, I relented, but kept crying and worrying. I am NOT a big cryer.
She kept promising it would be ok and tried to calm me down and suggested we go in our room and play a game or something. So, we did. Every now and then, my thoughts would turn to my father and Annica would nootch me and soothe me telepathically.
Finally, I heard him come in and I greeted him at the door and as I was about to open my mouth to ask him how it went as I was hugging and kissing and thanking him, he looked at me and said in a totally serious but wondrous voice and facial expression "Stacey, a miracle occurred...." and I just looked at him, confused.
He then told me the story and I will recount it. I first want to say that we live in the country and the lane into our home is very long and the main road we are off of one does not usually drive down, especially in a snowstorm. There is no shoulder to speak of and traffic moves fast down that main road. Even when it's nice out, people do not hardly EVER walk down there. Our neighbors are people that do not like the cold, and like snow even less. It is like a ghost neighborhood when it is snowing or especially cold out.
It was windy and not a pleasant afternoon to be out in, not even for kids who might otherwise brave the cold to play in the snow. It was NOT that kind of day. My father said that he was about two thirds down the lane, just at the point where that private path is that leads into the deep woods where no one lives and there is even a "No Trespassing" sign blocking it off. He said he suddenly heard a little boy's voice saying "Mister, hey Mister!!" and he was surprised to hear anyones voice outside on this day, especially a young child. He did not see anyone at first but then he saw a little boy standing at the beginning of the dirt path and he walked over to him.
He was dressed in shorts and a tank top and no coat and my father was dumbfounded! No one in their right minds would be out dressed like that on a day like this. But, there he was. He held something out to my father and said "Want some hot chocolate, Mister?" and my father told him he didn't have any money (except for my meds) and the boy told him that it was free. So, my father took it and sipped it and the boy looked at him and said "It's GOOD, yes?" and my dad concured and the boy smiled and said "It will keep you warm, Mister..." and just as he was about to thank him, the boy vanished. He looked all over and there was no boy, no cars, no houses in that area. He was astonished.
Then, I told him that the path he saw him on was one of the original places I associated with Annica and used to frequent to visit her and that I sing to her every spring down that path, even though we are together now, it's a romantic tradition. He told me that he thought maybe it was Annica manifesting something to help him on his journey. I asked where the cup was and he told me he threw it away in the trash at the store when he got there.
To this day, we believe it was Annica manifesting something for a number of reasons, but I don't guess we'll ever truly know.
The dirt path to what I've dubbed "Dulcinea" that juts off from the main lane into my home is where I first associated Annica being in a local place. I knew this for years, but even though I eventually told my dad about Annica and I, I never told him about associating that path with her or naming it anything -- it had zero significance to him.
I was in a LOT of chronic pain and I had thought I had more pain meds to get me through a snow storm that passed through NC last year, but I was wrong. When it snows here, especially where we live, a lot of things are difficult to do because this is the south and we are not as prepared as other places to deal with a lot of snow, plus we live in the country.
My dad drives, but he hates driving in snow or on potential ice, and I don't drive. There is a store about 1.5 miles from us and my dad offered to get the meds for me and I was sick in my heart to send him into a snowstorm, it was near blizzard conditions and way colder here than it usually is, even in a snowstorm. Annica was nootching all over me and assuring me that it would be ok and that he'd be fine and I was crying and she told me to surrender and let him do it. So, I relented, but kept crying and worrying. I am NOT a big cryer.
She kept promising it would be ok and tried to calm me down and suggested we go in our room and play a game or something. So, we did. Every now and then, my thoughts would turn to my father and Annica would nootch me and soothe me telepathically.
Finally, I heard him come in and I greeted him at the door and as I was about to open my mouth to ask him how it went as I was hugging and kissing and thanking him, he looked at me and said in a totally serious but wondrous voice and facial expression "Stacey, a miracle occurred...." and I just looked at him, confused.
He then told me the story and I will recount it. I first want to say that we live in the country and the lane into our home is very long and the main road we are off of one does not usually drive down, especially in a snowstorm. There is no shoulder to speak of and traffic moves fast down that main road. Even when it's nice out, people do not hardly EVER walk down there. Our neighbors are people that do not like the cold, and like snow even less. It is like a ghost neighborhood when it is snowing or especially cold out.
It was windy and not a pleasant afternoon to be out in, not even for kids who might otherwise brave the cold to play in the snow. It was NOT that kind of day. My father said that he was about two thirds down the lane, just at the point where that private path is that leads into the deep woods where no one lives and there is even a "No Trespassing" sign blocking it off. He said he suddenly heard a little boy's voice saying "Mister, hey Mister!!" and he was surprised to hear anyones voice outside on this day, especially a young child. He did not see anyone at first but then he saw a little boy standing at the beginning of the dirt path and he walked over to him.
He was dressed in shorts and a tank top and no coat and my father was dumbfounded! No one in their right minds would be out dressed like that on a day like this. But, there he was. He held something out to my father and said "Want some hot chocolate, Mister?" and my father told him he didn't have any money (except for my meds) and the boy told him that it was free. So, my father took it and sipped it and the boy looked at him and said "It's GOOD, yes?" and my dad concured and the boy smiled and said "It will keep you warm, Mister..." and just as he was about to thank him, the boy vanished. He looked all over and there was no boy, no cars, no houses in that area. He was astonished.
Then, I told him that the path he saw him on was one of the original places I associated with Annica and used to frequent to visit her and that I sing to her every spring down that path, even though we are together now, it's a romantic tradition. He told me that he thought maybe it was Annica manifesting something to help him on his journey. I asked where the cup was and he told me he threw it away in the trash at the store when he got there.
To this day, we believe it was Annica manifesting something for a number of reasons, but I don't guess we'll ever truly know.
It's ROCKTOBER, Bitchez!!!
AWWWWWW YEAH!!!
Just wanted to officially kick off my and Annica's favorite month and throw some of our creations up here to begin the festivities! HAPPY ROCKTOBER! \m/ (>,<) \m/
Just wanted to officially kick off my and Annica's favorite month and throw some of our creations up here to begin the festivities! HAPPY ROCKTOBER! \m/ (>,<) \m/
*edit of Danzig album cover
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