Choosing Feral ~ by Danielle LaPorte That tired beautiful animal in me needed to die, but not like a sacrificial offering. There was nothing forced about it. Death is necessarily aggressive to leverage you from one dimension to the next, but the gods made no demands. Instead, they waited at the crossing with garlands and rare oils to anoint her fur. She limped to the altar, an affliction from that time she fell in the trap, and she said to her creature friends I’m ready now, but I need you to lift me up and up and up they did lift her into the realm of Spirit Animals and Devas where she could give her life to every animal that dared to be irrevocably feral.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 03:45:38 +0000
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