Image info: A picture from the old 200 north dojo I had. I was feeling nostalgic today.
Hadder Journal: Spring 2022
It's almost spring and I thought I would take a walk in the Klipso gardens today. It feels like I've lost so much yet this damn grass it still comes up every year. I'm walking barefoot and it's chilly and cold still from the winter thaw. Ezra is back, she had disappeared a few days and I was a little worried. It was nice to see her again. I'm sensing a little adventure coming... it's that kind of wind in the air, she knows it too. There's a large Black Bee that burrowed into my heart a few nights ago while I slept, it was coming to me for weeks... returning each night as I drifted away..., I wondered what it was up to. I realized today that it was trying to get inside me to nest for spring. It seemed very wise a bee, dark and fury and beautiful, about the size of a silver Dollar. I think it's a message sent from Remrod perhaps.. work of the raven. I saw a similar bee while I was walking the narrows in November. How long it will nest I don't know but my heart is beating again and I imagine it's the work of some magic that I don't understand yet. I wanted to make note of this as I feel like it will come back to me again. That's all for today.
Oh yeh, I found this in the garden. Seems to be some lost scribbles to a master drawing I was working on..... perhaps you can make sense of it. I notice that behind every color, there's some lost scribbles that hold the pretty paint above.. but that never take the spotlight. So if life but lots and lots of scribbles under color.
Headless Cross by Black Sabbath
Look through the people, and on through the mist To the hill of the headless cross Where all witches meet, on a night such as this And the power of darkness is host They come face to face, eye to eye, soul to soul With and Angel that fell from the sky Borne on the air, the screams and the wails Of the masses appointed to die
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
From the first evil night, when a black flash of light Cut the crucifix half to the ground There's been no escape from the power of Satan On a nation so brave and so proud
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
How do you feel, when the locks refuse the key And the master is calling your name Does the luck of the charm, really keep you from harm? Does the talisman protect you from pain?
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross
From the first evil night, when a black flash of light Cut the crucifix half to the ground There's no escaping the power of Satan On a nation so brave and so proud
Listen for the feet as they pound the land to a tune of thunder Watch as the legions ride again to a fate of death or torture, oh no, oh At the Headless Cross, at the Headless Cross At the Headless Cross, oh, at the Headless Cross Where will you run to? At the Headless Cross Look, to the Headless Cross
Just sharing some lyrics to the Sabbath cover song I'm working on. Such a great vocal performance by Tony Martin on this song. Honored to recreate it the best I could.
-J
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