AH SHI SLE PAH

FALL 09
















NIGHT JOURNEY
By my standards the dose of medicine is large: stalked relentlessly by the Serpent i descend. It is a slow, painful, never-ending death from a chironic wound that will not let me break through it. Even by alchemical transmutation — breaking down the body's structure into serpent pulp. It takes a shamanic harakiri to allow the Eagle to fly the Serpent through the darkness into some glimpses of the Light.
Deep in the recess of my sleeping bag, i have hardly looked at the full moon hoodoo magic.

Late morning:
the exhausting ordeal over, i emerge a living corpse. Samhain, festival of darkness indeed!