This is not the gentle stride of the white Faerie steed of the willowy Faerie Queen and her flower Faerie attendants, but the mania of dark Fae, the Winter Fae and their Horned God.
Tonight, the moonbeams fall on the fury of your raw inspiration. You let this Shakti-blaze consume you for these last weeks, and rightfully so. You have colored outside of the lines they have drawn for you. You have kept your eyes wide and your heart open. Now, my young one, you must gather ...
I had a short stint, around age 30, where a particular cocktail temporarily tamed the beast that was my illness. I stayed sober and stable long enough to get my career on the fast track. The problem was, I missed the mania. I was quickly climbing the corporate ladder, and having the ability to ...