A Samhain Story (audio)

Allison Marie Conway

Samhain is deeply special to my heart. It is a soulful feast to me, rich in lore, dark tales, and ancient haunts. This season of sacred dark feels like home to me, to be at one with the eternal spirits of those witches and ancestors who have gone before me, their tortures and pains as well as their bravery, artistry, and clairvoyance. November Eve lights a fire in me which burns for months through the cold depths of winter. Here I share with you a reading about the ancient traditions of Samhain as celebrated and honored in Wiccan tradition. I so hope you enjoy it. In this recording, I am reading from the book Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, by Scott Cunningham. I take time on this night every year to dedicate myself to shadow work. Shadows which mourn many losses and fears. And shadows which reach trembling…

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Never dance with the devil…

johncoyote

Never dance with the Devil…

You are so damn fine, yes you are. You are like Black Velvet whiskey, Straight, easy to drink and smooth as silky kisses and erotic dances at the midnight hour.

I told you. Never dance with the Devil. She will tempt you and make you want some more. You will be owned you and scar you forever. Some woman are sweet, kind and a safe haven. I know you are not.

I know if I kissed those soft and tender lips, I know if I looked into those wild and untamed eyes. I’m lost.
I told you often. I love your voice. Your voice like sweet honey will make me want to fall to my knees and make me beg for mercy before I have sins.

I know you are crazy and you make me want to know crazy.
Locked-up man is dreaming of you…

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Black as the night…

johncoyote

Black as the night…

I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She was so damn beautiful and I knew.

If you dance with a woman, who heart is gone, her eyes are cold and deadly.  Love is myth and tale to her. Better to be a bystander who won’t learn the taste of the sweet warm lips  and the entanglement of legs, arms and skin. When you dance with the Devil. The Devil always win.

She came to me and she whispered. Not dancing with me Johnnie tonight. Is it fear or wisdom? I’m lonely my sweet man, baby, honey and dear. Please dance with me, whisper me a sexy story. Where love is sweet and forever. Make my skin bleed with need, make my body beg to be…

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