There once was a place that was full of fear and hate.. it lived in the soul and was carried amongst bricks. Those bricks built a school for a god that defiled the faith of a small child. Man's doing..accepted cruelty among the innocent... nothing to do with "God". Just in the name of him.

Everything about this place was sour..

I went with a soulmate a few years ago, trying to banish the monsters that dwelled within the hearts of the building and the little girl still trapped there. It was a great park sit.. but it was an indulgence of painful history. I even went with Vego 2 years later, but that was about lies and times long ago.

This year I was determined to fight.. its just a building.. its just a city. Edmonton isn't evil, nor do my demons live there. I had a Poet accompany me this time, he inspired me to look at the building with my camera, see it through an instrument of passion, rather than the hatred eyes of a child.

I stood before the front doors and raised my camera. My palms became damp and my breathe short and quick, then my eye fell on him standing behind me....

"Take the camera poet, show me what you see."

"Perception is all up to you Mylady" he replied.

A kindred soul sent to protect?

Soon after it started to pour! The poet and I bolted for the lone car in the parking lot. Drenched we sat in the Kia From Hell waiting for the rain to stop....





My dark angel, a man who wears his faith in life.. a muse for such a journey....






My first prayer since a lifetime ago. I yelled and fought with my hatred...
I HATE every bit of pain you caused me and how it affected my mind ...

But I prayed.

Yoga is the start of this faith... I choose from the paths that fate lays out... I choose my own spirituality...

I choose to follow fate with him, afterall this is what he sees,