Asita had been raised on this knowledge. He knew also that all these planes merged into each other like wet dyed cloths hung too close on the line, the blue bleeding into the red, the
red into the saffron yellow. Lokas were apart and together at the same time. Demons could move among humans, and often did. The re-verse, a mortal visiting the demon loka, was much rarer.
Mots clés demons
Asita wasn’t hungry this day, however. There were other ways to keep the prana, or life current, going. If he did visit the demon loka, it would take enormous prana to sustain his body. There would be no air for his lungs to breathe among the demons.
He allowed the brilliant Himalayan sun to dry his body as he walked above the tree line. Demons do not literally live on moun-taintops, but Asita had learned special powers that allowed him to penetrate the subtle world. He had to get as far away as possible from human beings to exercise these abilities. The atmosphere was dense around population. In Asita’s eyes a quiet village was a seething cauldron of emotions; every person—except only small infants—was immersed in a fog of confusion, a dense blanket of fears, wishes, memories, fantasy, and longing. This fog was so thick that the mind could barely pierce it.
Mots clés demons
Also," Nick added curtly, "I'm sorry about your face."
Jamie looked over his shoulder, and touched the demon's mark crawling along his jaw with the back of his hand. "Sorry about saving all our lives by doing something you had to do?"
"Oh no," Nick said blandly, "I just meant, you know. Generally."
Jamie stared at him, shocked, and laughed. It was a real laugh, helpless and sweet, and Mae memorized it in case he died. Jamie by the river at dawn, laughing.
Mots clés siblings demons black-humor
Sometimes life hands us a mirror and dares us to take a look.
L.M. Fields...it begins with isolation - demons always inhabit desolate places...
John GeddesMots clés evil isolation demons
Each pain is Unbearable / yet Trifling
Seeing the TRUTH is Excruciating / yet Exquisite
Through Laugher
Mots clés fear truth pain laughter tears demons
The groove is so mysterious. We're born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our eyes into stupid and cool. When we get it back, the world unifies around us, and both stupid and cool fall away.
I am grateful to those who are keepers of the groove. The babies and the grandmas who hang on to it and help us remember when we forget that any kind of dancing is better than no dancing at all.
Mots clés growing-up dance dancing confidence babies stupid adolescence demons cool self-love grandma lynda-barry groove one-hundred-demons
She had gone through the veil and returned to Earth. But the veil only opens one way.
S.K.N. HammerstoneMots clés horror angels demons ya angels-and-demons skn-hammerstone the-rift
You got secrets you better keep
Take flight before she cuts you deep
- Sam's song
Mots clés wicked mythology demons urban-fantasy songs-lyrics impiorum
You get to me all of the time. Always have. In all the good ways.
Helen BoswellMots clés love mythology demons micah
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