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Benediction

“Benediction” Bless'ed be those who turn from cawing black crows, sharp beaks bloodied and ill omen to walk beside the lost Black Monk spectral haunted in his lonely dark dreams he walks away from The King of Mud Dwellers towards those in Halls of the Forgotten seeking sanctuary in desolate decay he will find the key in his silent futile Purgatory, stripped raw torn and naked borne from dreaded invocation invisible sacrament on tongue, words spoken to the One lead us not into temptation secrets that are hidden to then bless'ed be forgiven to uncover - his chained heart unlocked through true love; his crime - through mortal pain forgiven released The Key of Benediction (LadyLabyrinth/2019) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPlK5HwFxcw https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G_major O salutaris Hostia, Quæ cæli pandis ostium: Bella premunt hostilia, Da robur, fer auxilium. Uni trinoque Domino Sit sempiterna gloria, Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MYQrhiKWEI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMeuk2STqRA

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/5/2019 5:56:00 PM

“Oh, monsters are scared," said Lettie. "That's why they're monsters.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/5/2019 9:59:00 PM

“Terror made me cruel and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes” Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/5/2019 5:55:00 PM

“But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.” Queen of Shadows

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/5/2019 9:59:00 PM

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/5/2019 5:51:00 PM

“There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/5/2019 5:52:00 PM

Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/5/2019 5:51:00 PM

The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun.” Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio: A Group of Tales of Ohio Small Town Life

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/5/2019 5:48:00 PM

“Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.”

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/5/2019 6:04:00 PM

"There’s this idea that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. And what I’ve always thought isn’t that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. It’s that if you want to make a human being into a monster, deny them, at the cultural level, any reflection of themselves. And growing up, I felt like a monster in some ways. I didn’t see myself reflected at all. I was like, “Yo, is something wrong with me? That the whole society seems to think that people like me don’t exist?" And part of what inspired me, was this deep desire that before I died, I would make a couple of mirrors. That I would make some mirrors so that kids like me might see themselves reflected back and might not feel so monstrous for it.” Junot Díaz

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/5/2019 5:45:00 PM

“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.” Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/5/2019 4:26:00 PM

“Monks and writers lead very similar lives. We spend our best time in retreat from the world, anxious to make something of our rich experience” Rougeau a Benedictine Monk

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/5/2019 5:10:00 PM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ4BgjGEJDs