Sacrifice: blood story.

"The Parable of the Old Man and the Young" is a poem by Wilfred Owen that compares the ascent of Abraham to Mount Moriah and his near-sacrifice of Isaac there with the start of World War I. It had first been published by Siegfried Sassoon in 1920 with the title "The Parable of the Old Man and the Young", without the last line: "And half the seed of Europe, one by one". The poem is an allusion to a story in the Bible, Genesis 22:1-18. 

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young

Wilfred Owen, 1893 - 1918

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
and builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretchèd forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

his poem is in the public domain.

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A Story from Blood
 

Engulfed in the glory, the magnificence of having sex with a variety of women many a boy becoming a man, and many a man has lost himself inside the designs of a conjurer woman well versed in the dark arts. They are pounding away, their 'manhood' swirling inside women with abandon feeling entitled to something intangible that feels so good! She needn't be an advanced witch. She need only be taught by a bitter aunt, an angry woman how to turn her womb into a pit devouring men's essence out of spite and rage he may not have even created!

I was warned. I have warned others, but so far-fetched is the notion some snicker and don't adhere to the warning insights or the evidence seems preposterous. In modern times such a thing is right out of the movies and suspecting foul play within the fold of a woman's legs, or the taste of her juices cannot be possible in the availability of light arising from her punany moist with her intoxicating aroma. But, there are men creating the rage within women and some women learn on purpose how to turn their punany into a devouring force, or their hurt, their humiliation from a man's callous handling of her 'precious' soul creates the aroma of bitterness never meant to harm, but harm it does the essence of the next men inside her body.

The question a man needs to ask himself when overwhelmed by need and lust: "Are you wise, or weakened by lust uncaring?" has to come from his sense of being a father and a husband. I am talking about the essence of fatherhood. A man needs to know his children live within him before conception. I am also talking about the essence of a man that needs to protect women, and become a husband.

How a man's manhood is defined is the outcome is the riddle here. You see, being penetrated has powers the power of penetration does not have.

As a word of caution study yourself to know yourself, and study what elements and essences can balance you the way you study the mysterious things outside yourself you may feel compelled to refer to as God. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 7.26.16  



 

Ah, the Good ol' days!

Mirror. A Girl With No Face.

Ok let's be honest now. The presidency of 46-1 will be considered a success by conservatives because it will achieve it's real and primary purpose--the symbolic... re-ensconcing of a white male in the strongest political position on earth. The building of the wall is immaterial. The return of industrial jobs to the mid-west is inconsequential. The greatest accomplishment will be the return of a white man to the office after a black man politically, culturally, administratively and even stylistically knocked the ball out of the park. This had to be done. And it had to be done not by any white male--not a liberal, not a conservative. It had to be done by an in-your-face, power-hungry, condescending billionaire who lives a privileged life, demands a privileged life, and makes taxpayers support his privileged life. This was necessary to his main voting base, that class of white males who suffer from "aggrieved entitlement."

But remember as well that white ladies across all educational strata voted for 46-1, rather than vote for another white female, manifesting the greatest case of Stockholm Syndrome witnessed in human history. The greatest accomplishment for the unemployed white blue collar worker is that he can vicariously live through 46-1.

As for me, I continue to resist. I personally cannot stomach a billionaire who doesn't contribute 1 red cent to the Easter Egg Roll on the White House Lawn, allowing it to come up short of eggs. Even at my little church in Palo Alto the parents made sure everyone got some eggs, taught the fast kids who were hoarding eggs to share with others, and low-and-behold, fashioned some of the plastic eggs to contain money. I hear one kid left with forty bucks! (I wish I were a kid again!) The billionaire who said he would rebuild the inner cities and would bring in the best people to his administration couldn't even stage a social event for DC area kids at the White House. Ok, we know next year it will get done.

But this year we saw the truth--the true absence of the man's heart, and the disconnection of his family from the families of Washington and the nation. If he really cared, even if the government had messed it up, he would have philanthropically donated the eggs himself. But this person is incapable of giving his money to anything that doesn't benefit him directly...he only staged the donation of $77K of his presidential salary to the Dept. of the Interior, while we pay $3 million in taxes each week to send him golfing at his resort in Florida. It's all obscene, really. But the fact that conservatives are not concerned with this waste of federal tax dollars on one white guy is telling. It tells us that 46-1 is a success to them. As the perfect model of white power and privilege, he is achieving their purpose very well, thank you.

by Emil Thomas, pastor Jerusalem Baptist Church

April 18, 2017

Kathleen Burke, Grace Bradley, Lona Andre and Mari Colman ride bikes, with mallets.

“POLO-A-LA-MODE….Hollywood is indulging in a new form of the old game. Bicycle polo has been inaugurated by this team consisting of Kathleen Burke, Grace Bradley, Lona Andre and and Mari Colman at the Paramount Studios.” – May 18, 1933

Ann Sheridan, Kathleen Burke, Grace Bradley and Frances Drake taking some target practice, 1935.  

Nostalgia has hues. Whites view themselves in an historical context as the pureness of white. Black Africans see the red blood spilled by whites, and gold as the resource they dug into the earth for, and green and brown as the colors of the Land of the Blacks. And the indigenous peoples of Turtle Island, to make a good observation, see red, white and blue as a never ending nightmare. Red is the blood shed by the white people to take our lands and blue is the vastness, not of the sky, but the enormity of the lies the whites told, and tell. Green is the color of the land they cannot see as mother; blue the nature of creation they neither respect, nor believe is sacred. 

When we all look back on times past we of the darker hue do not lie to ourselves. Whites do and often. 

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
April 18, 2017

Misty Copeland, a principled dancer of note.

Misty Copeland achieved her goal of being named the first black principal with the American Ballet Theatre (ABT) in June, but her ambitions extend beyond that. She mentors young dancers at the company and works with its Project Plié, which aims to increase ethnic and racial diversity in ballet. "It's not just a case of helping young people to believe that ballet is open to them. It's also about getting organizations to understand how to work with different communities." - anon

Father dreaming...

Father, the protective force . . .

When I see our children dancing something inside of me moves, as I remember how blessed we are today because at one point it was forbidden to dance or make ceremonies in public. We dance and pray to bring the people together and to uplift our spirits and honor those who walked before us in the dream of the living, we will dance forever on this land we call our mother. It's in our blood. - Gianni Crow (April 9, 2017)   

Boy dancing for the People.

"When I was a kid my grandfather asked me this; if you can be anybody today who would you be? A superhero I replayed. He smiled and said, let your superpower always be kindness than." ~ Gianni Crow  

Cooking on old stone

When I was a child I use to wake up to the smell of coffee my grandmother use to make in the adobe kitchen, she was seating by the fire cooking corn tortillas...the fire would dance under the pan made of clay, the wood would crackled as she would sing her songs. She use to tell me: "grandson foods are the medicine for our bodies so it should always be treated with respect for all things are sacred." -Gianni Crow

Forgotten, and shunned

April 22, 2015

"Hexxy von Borden in prayer, a sacred space kneeling before waters' powers in her relationship to blood of birth and purification. This tradition is deeply embedded." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 9.14.16

What is a woman to do against men?

 Fitness Model : Eva Andressa Vieira - Hot Fitness Women

Fitness models today make statements and set examples previously unheard of in Western history. In Western mythology we can find stories of women of extraordinary strength and daring. The Celtic warrior clans had plenty of women warriors to unleash upon their enemies like the Romans and the Christians. There were Black African women warriors. The Dahomey nation were not alone in the continent of Africa to unleash trained women soldiers upon an enemy. Native American women warriors in some of the tribes amongst the Plains nations made vows of revenge to take enemy lives, and vows of celibacy to mark the vow with permanence and strong powers.

Women's chief battles and accomplishments were raising families and strengthening their men, and their nations. Today, those values in the women's shields of power are ridiculed often in American circles as more and more women work outside their homes away from their children, if they have any, and outside of the Western tradition of marriages headed by men. Also, great political strides have been made by women and socially in the West it is safe for women to embrace their advancements and the freedoms, but other countries are not so fortunate.


It was once dangerous for European and American white women to advance the cause of women's suffrage. Women were killed, raped, beaten, imprisoned, thrown into crazy houses or cast into the streets by their husbands. Other things could be done to them while they campaigned for rights, equal pay, the right to their own money; in short they were seeking freedom from the societal mores set up by white men's interpretation of the Bible!

Women in countries too conservative, and steeped in their traditions to see the depth of what women were born with exercise terror upon women to protect the authority and might of men. Acid to the face, killed by beheadings sanctioned by clerics, gang rapes are examples of how cruel men became to maintain power over women, land and holy scriptures.

It is the relationship and the understanding of blood to question if a woman, or anybody wanted to understand what was going on in the battle of the sexes. It is not the trivia nonsense of American culture to play cute referring to men being from Mars and women from Venus. It is far deeper than that this hatred millions of men have for women. Those contradictions are carried in behavior, thought and gesture. Remaining unanswered and unattended the bed sores of men's belief about women's place rise up from the cumulative potions and equations we insist are from God's Word!

The essential question in this transformative and transitory period in human history stands naked before us all.

"As women across the globe from what we, as men believe about women, what is a woman to do?" - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 12.13.15

women who paved the way for women of today in the 1960's.

The Dahomey Amazons were an all-female army that fought for the Kingdom of Dahomey (now Republic of Benin) for almost 200 years.

Eleanor Roosevelt's words.

 

Dedicated.

Chadra Dalan Pittman at the water, her peaceful, happy place. photo by Bill Thomas of Thirdi Image Photography. June 2016. earrings by Deborah Wright.

Hats worn by women who are style and embody style with grace give definition to the finer elements of style and fashion. African-blood women are separated by a perception of their origins as the daughters of Eve directed from an essence others don't fall short of, but come from. It is a deep thing being a daughter of the blood of the Land of the Blacks that began the exploration of the idea of cumulative living with Nature, and pondered the complexity of living as a civilization. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (Nov. 17, 2017) 

Chanise S. Smith adorned in a stylish hat (Oct. 8, 2012)

Chadra Dalan Pittman's face stirs deep contemplation into the strength, the swirling stories she lived, and the inescapable presence of a beauty that thinks beyond itself. It is funny how that combination makes the heart center on what is important, and elusive. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories Nov. 17, 2016

Creation is born within, I dare say. - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories

Perceptions of Women's Being.

Woman Alone by Daïdo Moriyama  

The photography of Daïdo Moriyama is raw in its storytelling. His imagery: basic, pure, disturbing and a far enough away distance from eroticism to deserve study without Christian guilt process dismantling the intellectual process developing thought process about the naked body in black & white photograph make a great tool to be used in initiation ceremonies from boyhood to manhood. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 10.31.16  

Native model & actress, Junal Gerlach.

A woman upset the way a photographer sat Native model, Junal Gerlach in a squat upon a tree stump in a buckskin dress and fur lined moccasin boots blurted out: "Beautiful, but put on sum clothes, please!!! Ya dont see native women running around like that... We protect our souls, our beauty, its precious!"

A man responding to this woman's complaint wrote: "what her knees are offensive ?"

She said, "I mentioned clothes, sir... Real clothes!!!"

A woman chimed and said: "That's what she is wearing BUCKSKIN !!"

"Clothes mam'... REAL CLOTHES, like society wears nowadays..." the first woman said, "My point is at least cover your whole body, dang!" Ousted by one person as being a closet Christian the first woman flung back an assertion: "Being respectively dressed, has nothing to do with being a Christian or non Christian... Seriously, would ya let your daughters dressed as this woman in the photo?..."


Something was off in my estimation of her and who she was portraying to us in her objections about the image. I spoke up to the woman as best I could saying, "Ma'am, you missed the woman. You aren't or can't see Junal Gerlach. She is conveying something intangible. Being respectful is one thing along a line, a point that reshaped and continues to reshape Native women's lives according to the various church cults (denominations) all over our history. What was not respected by the white people who came along with and after the missionaries was the sanctity of Nature meaning women's lives didn't merit respect either.

The beauty of this moment the photographer captured lies in the reverence. The woman, Ms. Gerlach, is seated in a sacred and natural way. Children were birthed in this posture. A woman's sacred time, I was told by old wise women, was in this posture as she bled into the Earth, our Mother in ceremonies the Christians deemed of the devil. So, the water and the blood ceremonies of birth and the menstrual cycles that protected the Earth, our Mother and honored her; the sacred ways of expression of Native women's relationship with what grows from within the womb of the ground she sat, or squatted upon is inappropriate?

In simple language, what you are saying comes through clearly. You are outside of this ancient tradition? Even the ancients in Europe had similar traditions before the Church entered the fray it created and began killing the women perceived to have power. Whether they did have power(s), or did not was of little consequence. They were women, the weaker vessels and had to be killed to control the increase of male energies translated into European law and privilege and their assumed right to take and kill with aplomb anywhere in the world! - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 10.31.16  

Memoirs of a Geisha by Annie Leibovitz

Japanese tattoo art.

NO Respect for AGE

Barbara Streisand's first Instagram snap is dishonest. In disappointment and outrage I cannot look into her otherwise magical and introspective beauty she has had most of her life. The photographer erased her lines, the things that distinguish her face, add intelligence to her poise, and creates the depth of beauty she earned in her lifetime. You look at this photograph and you don't see the singer. You see someone's thought process, and detachment. What lacks within is shown in the art of plastic surgery, and photography and fashion. 

What kind of young adults will the next generation have growing up with distortions and illusions of the natural world they know little of by touch and experience? What we create that deceives the basic tenets of our mysterious lives on this planet occurred with technology of thought too lazy to plunge deep into existence. 

Barbara Hershey in Boxcar Bertha created a memorable character. Plain and honest in her portrayal in the time period of this story Barbara Hershey caught an essence lost to time within her acting. Natural living as well as natural beauty changes as life is lived. The essential part of beauty and aging is age. Today's women engulfed in fear miss this. The natural process of maturity marred by insistence upon acceptance has created some ugly faces others are too afraid to admit are ugly. When science meets women to solve problems or unravel riddles of feminine mystique it is always tainted by the history of and between white men and white women, and it is an ugly history. 

Looking into the older beauty of Rozie at home caught my mind into thinking about the possibilities of longevity when evidence of age sensuously merges with beauty of face and the elegance of lines and slopes over a body that has seen time, known itself, birthed, been rejected, renewed, rediscovered, and treasured and adored. Adoration, and being cherished add luster polishing the eyes along with the things we value as our life's work and precious value. You don't need fame to be wonderful. And photographers don't need to tell someone else's story to convey ours. That is a testimony that reflects better into the scope, or range of complexity in the human weaving of independence, interdependence and dependency. This weaving can intellectually tell as well as our bodies, our eyes, and most significantly our spirit who we are and who we aren't. 

We are those spiritual beings stories were told around night fires later to be written about as legends, and creation stories. Without conscious memory of how that was our bodies carrying our memories cover the bones that hold the deep and ancient stories our blood knows. Of the two primal energies God created the female's story of blood. Her blood and restorative properties remembers and reaches into the deep Earth. 

Men spill blood. Women release blood. If we can't hear blood stories we can't hear the necessity of learning to listen as a man to our women's blood and water, and our women will not be able to hear their blood telling them of the deeper things Mary felt carrying Jesus, or Isis felt in her time, what stirred within White Buffalo Calf Woman performing her duties, or what Esther knew that kept her allegiance with her mother-in-law, or what made Hillary Clinton stay with her husband, and Harriet Tubman kill to people to get North to freedom. 

These are mysteries. Respect them with your eye and with your heart. Live them. They are in you. 

- Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

12.22.14 

Earth's layers 

Blood Story & Motherhood

The most random menstrual story ever..lol

 So I was walking in the co-op health food store looking for chlorella tablets for a liver cleanse and I as I waited for the sales person to finish talking to a very young girl and her sheepish looking father, I noticed they had the Diva Cup in their hand. The whole scene was rather awkward, the sales person, the teenager and the dad. lol So I bust in on the conversation since I was hovering and said, "I'm just looking for some chlorella tablets, but I use the Diva Cup. Do you have questions?"

So a 30 min. conversation began about tampons, pads and the menstrual cup. The whole time we were talking, the girl (who was 14 by the way) had one of those funny water cups in her hand (you know the kind that looks like a sno cone that you get out of a water cooler) and I asked her to let me use it to show her how to put it in. LOL It was at that point the father walked to another aisle. LMAO
Seriously I can't begin to convey the depth of this conversation without writing a book. But I can say I was honored to guide this quiet shy young girl on her beautiful rite of passage into womanhood and influence her decision making to purchase her first diva cup. As I checked out her dad introduced himself to me and thanked me. I couldn't help but to think of the things dads do for their children and I got a little choked up. I then looked on my phone to confirm that the diva cup could be used while swimming and the young girl was so excited that it could be used that I invited her and her friends to my the pool in my building one day with her dad's permission of course. So then come to find out this young girl dances with a Indonesian dance company so they were astounded that I had been to Bali and now I got a invite to a Indonesian dance performance.


All week I have had the honor and pleasure to interact with young girls and it does not escape me that this is all a part of my divine healing surrounding motherhood. All I can' do is accept all the children who randomly adopt me and say THANK YOU....


~Ubuntu

Candace Mickens 

June 16 at 2:40pm ·

Candace Mickens in Bali, Indonesia April 7, 2010

 

Blood of our Brothers

Israel woman soldier in combat (2013)




murder

Jesus said these words, "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." not exclusively to soldiers, but to men born of a woman. In that moment amongst the Hebrews the disciples culturally understood Jesus as man, an initiated man talking to them because men's relationship with blood is profoundly and basically different from women's relationship with blood. He was addressing primal truths centered around life-death-resurrection as if love is stronger than death! 


The covenant relationships between men Jesus spoke of to his disciples are about love between men beyond normal relationships between men with or without substance to their friendships. I say 'his disciples' because Jesus, as a Rabbi, had to speak the way one speaks to initiates when addressing his men, and to regular people another way he spoke so ears may hear with clarity in the context of what they know and who they are. . .


There is a lot more to share, but in the context of this medium one can only plunge so deep into the wells of knowledge and the warrior teachings soldiers don't get until they have died, faced their shadows, or lost parts of their spirit killing people in the killing theaters. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories (Creek, African) Nov. 3, 2015





Israeli soldier has sparked controversy after posting pictures of herself on Facebook
posing with bound and blindfolded Palestinian prisoners.

Israeli female soldiers shopping and leisure travel beach gun their hands Israeli female soldiers to participate in the live-fire exercises Leisure on the beach (1)

 

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sacredness with Gabby Quinteros

"Sacredness within Gabby Quinteros is the same forms of Creation that formed the waters that moisten in her man's presence that form into the blood mixed with the autumn of her existence as a woman leaving the years of monthly cycles.  Some women wonder aloud about this to men barely able to grasp the larger and wide concepts of blood and water, but she and others continue to blab on it sounds like to one type of man, and to another he hears the prayers going past him to the Creator of Life and Water and the mysteries that hold the questions."  - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 9.19.13










Under extreme social pressures and oppressive social structure a lot of men and women find ways to excel, and mine through the morass set up to frustrate their paths. It is a genius the survival art submits to, and bows its head lowering its shoulders for the great unknowns to step up into living within their being. It isn't the social dilemma of oppression that solely oppresses people it is what they chose to believe, how they chose to see themselves and the world.

It is more dangerous for oppressors to stand against the souls willing to and creative and bold enough to be free than the other way around. Because fear is a tool for one and an instrument for another and bondage for another the very definition of fear is subject to changes outside of its intention. Again, it is the genius and the spark of life that is stronger than death and the artisans of death to societies.

But, today millions of Black Americans are unaware of these things, and ignorant of the spiritual science their ancestors knew and employed. When someone tries to be cute and repeats the refrain: "Trying to get over." and millions of Blacks think that is hip and justification for mean behavior an astute observer automatically knows how little they know, and how puny they've become.

There are many images assaulting our People today, and many whiners complaining the white man has his foot in our necks, but there are many images from the 20th century of men without the luxuries, opportunities, or freedoms we have today that have done far more with little or nothing than we have with our 'stuff'.

If there is to be a refrain let it be: Change. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 9.19.13

BLOOD MEMORIES

absolute beauty of a Mashpee Wampanoag woman - Cheryl

Great strides have been made to liberate Western women from the shackles of historical tyrannies administered by church and state. Some things were lost over the centuries of Western domination, and thought. In the wake of so much upheaval of European, and American social structures the divinity and the sacredness of womanhood, motherhood, the breasts, and the sanctity of the womb; of the punany were barely regarded in the political forays into the intellectual and emotional drama of changing the lives and conditions of Western women for the better! In that mix white Americans, for example, have all but forgotten the importance of the Black African slave mothers who raised generations of white boys and girls during slavery, and the Black mothers employed during long period of neo-slavery from the aftermath of the Civil War through the dawn of World War II.

When Moses was found by the Pharaoh's daughter, and his mother came out of the reeds and offered to be the handmaiden she deepened, and raised the level of sacrifice, and emphasis, and power of blood covenant far beyond the sacrifices, and the meaning of covenants laid by men in her time, and of her culture. In her time the Hebrew men laid covenants between one another. There were seven (7) steps to that ritual.

Standing before each other in front of witnesses each man takes off his coat. The gesture says, "this (coat) represents me. I am giving you me. We possess each other". Next they take off their belts. The belts represents one's strength. It is the symbol of a man's strength. This is where the weapons are worn. The third step is central to the ceremony and the point I want to make. An animal is sacrificed and split in two."The halves are split amongst us and put behind us".  The two men walk through the mounds of blood, and flesh making a figure 8 (the symbol of infinity) until they are standing face to face in the center of blood. They are inside death prepared.

What supports and builds community and relationships better: the letting or the giving of blood? The Hebrew covenant ceremony was between men. It was inclusive. Each man's family and generations were included in the ceremony. Vows were made when each man slashed their wrists or palms, placed their wrists in the air and locked them together. In their vow they are beginning to enter Blood Covenant prepared to die as the animals had died.

"My life is yours. If we break this covenant Let God do this to me!" they said looking at the dead flesh surrounding them

The scars say, "I have made a covenant for life and it is a responsibility. What talents I do not have I now have through this new relationship." The witnesses hear all the terms of the covenant, and a memorial is built to the covenant. In the end a loaf of bread is broken and shared between the friends saying to each other, "This is me into you. We are one flesh of each other's flesh." A cup of wine is shared that tells the two and the witnesses present; "This is my blood. It has become yours as you drink. We are together. We are blood-relatives for life."

I purposely severely limited the number of wombs I entered. One of the reasons was a logical one. There is a distinction between intimacy and sexual intercourse, and the two I envisioned as a teenager, but at 13 years of age it was taught to me quite clearly: make it now. I made the choice thus embarking upon a journey of such magnificence and magnitude! Women's Moontime opens them up to the energies of the Moon, Water, and Earth Mother. What that feels like, as a woman, I know not.

~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3.16.12

absolute & compelling black power within Kina

TERROR: white woman in tub of blood. . .

This is terrifying. Imagine stumbling in the bathroom in a house you don't belong and find this woman raising from the tub half full of blood looking at you with a baleful stare. Her eyes have no affirmation or kindness just a direct penetration. You don't know how to tell if she has a soul, will turn into something, knows or cares to know who you are. You have no feel of who she is or what is in her, but you cannot move from where you stand transfixed, terrified, and knowing you'd better get out.

Then a footstep lands heavily on the top stair. There was no preceding sound ascending the stairs just the sound of a heavy boot landing on the old wood at the top of the stair. You'd made the same sound, but after climbing the stairs.

"What the hell is that? What do I do? How in the — ?"

The door opens. There was no other step. How did he get from there to here?

"Shit!"

You can barely hold your mouth close. You can't breath. The stench of iron in the blood, your terror, your vulnerability, and the simple fact you don't belong and shouldn't have stepped into someone else's house hits hard, and home.

The door opens, and the only reprieve is the short length of time it takes from the sound of fingers touching the peeling paint on the bathroom door until the opening door stops hiding the man's frame in the door. - Gregory E. Woods, DawnWolf KeeperofStories

December 23, 2012 

ON EASTER

Fritz Willis Easter egg coloring April 1962

"He decided to die!!" is the refrain from a 'blood song' sang during communion and Easter services in Black Pentecostal churches I know of. It charged me in particular as a musician in the band, and as the Christian I was back then it empowered me. 5.10.13



Judy Kelly ( PiNuP PaGe)

IN THE BLOOD

photo & concept: Mike Zimmer
make up:  Karina Seidle

OH, NO!

This is terrifying. Imagine stumbling in the bathroom in a house you don't belong and find this woman raising from the tub half full of blood looking at you with a baleful stare. Her eyes have no affirmation or kindness just a direct penetration. You don't know how to tell if she has a soul, will turn into something, knows or cares to know who you are. You have no feel of who she is or what is in her, but you cannot move from where you stand transfixed, terrified, and knowing you'd better get out.

Then a footstep lands heavily on the top stair. There was no preceding sound ascending the stairs just the sound of a heavy boot landing on the old wood at the top of the stair. You'd made the same sound, but after climbing the stairs.

"What the hell is that? What do I do? How in the — ?"

The door opens. There was no other step. How did he get from there to here?

"Shit!"

You can barely hold your mouth close. You can't breath. The stench of iron in the blood, your terror, your vulnerability, and the simple fact you don't belong and shouldn't have stepped into someone else's house hits hard, and home.

The door opens, and the only reprieve is the short length of time it takes from the sound of fingers touching the peeling paint on the bathroom door until the opening door stops hiding the man's frame in the door. © Gregory E. Woods 12.22.12

by Mike Zimmer