At times I write to express myself
At other times I don’t
Somehow my need of expression
Is getting more and more aggressive
The Me, has been opened
And the war has started
Nothing in the physical world can stop me
Those I interact with I consider kin and kith
On a level that will never be explained
My fight is at your door
Till my dying breath
I will not rest
Until I wipe your sentience out of extinction
A safe place to talk openly about mental health & illness
The On-going Spiritual Saga of the Witch, Photographer, Artist, and Poet Amorella Moon.
Theistic Satanism and Demonolatry
My experimentations and journey through the different avenues of magick, energy healing, and other spiritual practices, rituals, and beliefs. My opinions are subject to change.
A World Divided to Be United
Essays, Research papers, and Musings from a Black Woman and Scholar of Everything
Story of a white pearl that turned to ashes while waiting for a pheonix to be born inside her !
Serenity in the Dark 