Most people live their lives laying prostrate before a false god, waiting for a cue to rise. There are no cues, only decisions. Shall I have dessert? Shall I have the best of the wine? Shall I love the person next to me? They can all be brought to your table. Rise, I say, rise and look within to the truth, to the light, and tell it your decision.

Jagged needle, wicked liesFrom under the skin, pluck evil eyes.Destiny change from pain and coldNow that you pay in blood and soul.

Sacred signs always come when your soul calls out in pain or joy.

She felt the adagio from Joaquin Rodrigo’s Concierto de Aranjuez strumming at her inner thighs like a guitar, and then slowly moving upwards until it wrapped around her heart in its denouement.

The earth is a mosaic, and most fail to notice the gossamer tesserae floating down from the realm of the mind that form its images of beauty and horror.

We have the power to change voluntarily, and there is something wonderful and awe-inspiring about that power.

The secret to excitement is discovering new paths, and having the courage to take them.

Perhaps she was happiest when she was out of control. She looked at the fates and said three little words, not one regret.

When we set a goal we are fulfilling our destiny. Even if we do not reach it, we have changed our lives and the lives of others by attempting to reach it.

Creativity is at the root of excitement.

Creation and Free Will are constantly moving, hand in hand, like children traveling along a path full of impulses and inspirations.Through the use of the Dragonflame philosophy they become superior artistic beings able to enjoy and share the fruits of creative labor.

Sometimes we grieve the living more than the dead.

On any given night the stars are endless losses or endless gains. One for the love you experience and one for the love you lose. One for the unfulfilled wish and one for the wish yet to come.

Inspiration for my short stories grows from a psychic kernel, a vision of some sort or an eccentric, colorful dream.

And he ate up all her vision, as he had done the first day she saw him so long ago.

Every spell is a journey.

Desire creates a starting point. Without it, no magic can be put into action.

Once a month, ripe with psychic energy, the moon grows to Her zenith. Blazing full with the sun's rays through the night sky, it is with great compassion and love for her children that she luminesces.

If we are to wield great magic, then let us learn from great teachers: the alchemists -- magicians par excellence.

A confident decision makes a lasting goal.

If the goal is what you want to achieve, then the purpose is why you want to achieve it. Without purpose, reaching your goal will have little or no meaning.

Only the ocean kept the same rhythm. Crashing in and slowly pulling back out, it never lied, never changed. It tried to teach them a life of romantic consistency.

Outside the store, beauty and mystery struggled to come together. Inside, they held hands, giggled to one another, and whispered secret messages.

You see, Dr. Sherrington,' the devil said, 'we are more alike than you think.' He got up again on all fours looking in the direction of the voice. It was time to face the devil.

Because change creates opportunity, when we do it through purpose and awareness, we are working with the fates, and in turn they smile upon us.

I inhale and a zephyr enters my body. The earth tilts its axis, changing my view of the heavens. Two clouds appear in the shape of trumpets. They part and rays of sunlight burst in. The sunlight speaks, 'Seek a new experience.

Sometimes the presence of a happy moment, one that won't fade, is all the comfort we need.

She looked at his face and saw a monk and a detective, both beautiful and bizarre.

There is a point where the universe can deliver you from the verge of regret. I know your love for me will take you there.

The evening pulsed with omens gentle to the eyes, and Valentina had a romantic crush on it all, like every good witch should.

The wind went mute and the trees in the forest stood still. It was time for the last tale.

Mother Earth allows us to live and to walk on her surface, not the other way around.

They kissed in the middle of the sidewalk, letting the crowds of people flow around them like water around an island.

For a thought to manifest on the earth realm, a sacrifice must occur.

Purpose creates a belief in a higher power, directing you toward your goal on the best path possible.

She prayed to the gods of love and the gods of destruction, for they are one and the same.

Buried deep within each one of us lies a treasure. It is our mission in this lifetime to find this treasure, but its exact location is known only by the dragon that guards it.

Hidden by diaphanous clouds of mist and fog floating gracefully over vales of heather and flowing runnels, she began to dance.

She remembered something she overheard at a dinner party -- Everyone loses their mind at least once in this lifetime. Everyone.

As she slid into her fifties, with grace I might add, she learned the art of hatred, pulling on the pain from a broken heart. She kept this pain alive, growing on the outskirts of her soul, like a copse of trees that constantly needed pruning.