Warrior----For me; Angel Michael with his "mighty swords" "Lucifer" got too big for his britches and was "relieved of the Honor of the favorite and most beautiful of God's angels. St. Michael, the Arch-angel of God's army, the leader, the # !, has been fulfilling the commandments of God henceforth, praise his Holy name.
Vajrayogini, the Queen of Dakinis, shown to drink blood which represents the ability to transmute and transform negative actions into positive: anger into clarity, ignorance into wisdom. She wears skulls because she dances with death and transformation as naturally as the crone, the goddess embracing the power of the sacred feminine.
“Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” [Romans 8:37-39]
“Come with me, and see my zeal for the Lord.” (2 Kings 10:16) Such were the words of the holy Jehu, before he slew the pagans within Israel, and let us now come and see the zeal that permeated the souls of those warriors who fought for “the city of the living God, the heavenly …
French graphic novel. Always wanted to read Pedrosa as we heard so many good words about him. Three shadow-horsemen appear and Louis and Lise, the parents, believe they have come for their son. Louis leaves the house with his son to flee the death.
"Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy and for objects and knowledge curious; and for love, sweet love — But praise! O praise and praise, for the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death." ~Walt Whitman
For once in her life her dear brother wasn't there to hold her hands back and threaten to make her swallow her own teeth. He was gone and everyone was praising what a good person he'd been. They had all gossiped when they'd noted she wasn't crying during his funeral. "She killed him, ya know," she'd heard someone mutter. The idea of others thinking she was a murderer was nothing. She was only worried that they'd find the proof. But that was impossible. She'd burned it along with his body.