Ray Munoz:  

falling into the pits of hell when sadness over comes but having the courage to get back up again, now that’s the lesson. understanding that we are not the body and matter doesn’t matter. until we come to the understanding that we as a people have lost our way back home to God, our world will be the same”-me. Illness to heart- "hearing someone else cry over someone, it hurts me. i now have the chance to really hear how i could sound as i do it over you. seeing someone else cry over someone else, it pains me. as i see, it shows me how much pain i am in over you. as i watch the aroma of illness to heart knowing i cant touch even if it means healing the wounds and starting a new, it saddens me. knowing that one day i may have to find a new. knowing that i would have to mask your face, with the face i see in them and not of you. it kills me, everywhere i go and turn i will always see you there, knowing of better days to come and hope not to go, i see a smile. i know your eyes may and never see this note, i burn this note with the love i once thought we shared. our undiscovered love knew by some, held back to many. so i spread these ashes to the winds and hope you would read this note with heart and not eyes."- me Central forced movement of willingness to live- "putting my words down on blank canvas, compressing shapes of sacred geomonic. breath in, breath out center ones astral body to enter and paint with astral hand. without any motivation or any inspiration, my vision through dirty windows see only broken traditions. the more I sit around, the more I think. The more I think the more real life seems to be. lost in a world I once thought to be part of, with lights running fast like acid fun. it's hard to know what’s real and what’s not. the more i sit around, the more numb i feel. The more I think the more unreal the people look to me. sitting there under the great monument, with wonder in my eyes stunned by the overly powerful force head. thoughts of past, fun times fly by like falling stars in midnight blackened woods. any glimpse of hope on shores of far off lands or inward path to true and pure artistic flare. compelling thoughts of what to say and what to do, tug at me like an overly sensitive relationship between mind and hand. vibrational sounds from a jukebox heals the broken soul and inspire homegrown inter heart revolution."- me "Each tradition (expression) of Wicca, whether passed down or intuitively performed, is akin to a petal of a flower. No one petal constitutes the whole; all are necessary to the flower's existence. The solitary path is as much a part of Wicca as is any other."- Scott Cunningham "WICCA"". More about Ray:"i'm an Aquarius, Gemini ascendant.".