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The wild winds weep,         And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep,         And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning peeps         Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling birds of dawn The earth do scorn.

Lo! to the vault         Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught         My notes are driven: They strike the ear of night,         Make weep the eyes of day; They make mad the roaring winds,         And with tempests play.

Like a fiend in a cloud         With howling woe, After night I do croud,         And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increas'd; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.

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Mad Song

William Blake  1757-1827

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Book review: Crysta Levere - Vitaltiy (@LevereCrysta) #amreading #bookreview #paranormal #madness

In Crysta Levere’s Vitality, at nineteen Ava was starting over, again. Lured to Aberdeen by a voice heard as whispers in the throes of madness. She is determined to put her unstable past behind her. Here no one knows her past, her hardships, her secrets. She was doing fine too until her housemate took her to an underground party and she laid eyes upon him. There was something about the…

We are spirit entities that are (for lack of a better word) “inhabiting” the physical matter we observe and measure in our universe. We do this by choice in order to gain new knowledge by way of experiencing “life” in the material form.

Our experiences here and our spirit selves are not separate. For most, the mindis unaware, but we do have evidence of our motivation for being here.  It’s pretty…