A birth is but a death of all the old realities that were projected from the pit of darkness upon the mirror of our soul, the images coming together only to fade.....
The reflection of the ego self, onto the vulnerable, insecure innocence of self itself.
A decent into the shadows of hell itself, reflected from the fire onto innocence itself.
A gift we inherited from our ancestors.

- Anita 1986 -

Don't automatically assume we all live in the same realm "We do not"

 My world and my reality are not of their imagination, it doesn't exist in their realm. In my world I realize `They just don't understand !.. Can't! understand. And that it's not mint for their understanding. For it is a world one can only discover when suffering all the pains , terrors, and heartaches in life And climbing another mountain, when you know you just cant make it over any more And knowing if you stop, you die inside, And become a part of that same madness that consumed our ancestors...

     - Anita 1989 -

He is there, I know he is there beside me. He sees me suffering, He is sad for my weaknesses, So he constantly gives me mountains to climb to make me stronger. He sees me fall and stumble on the way up and scolds me when i stop to cry. He is right, I must be strong, I must not be weak. That's what this journey is all about.

                                             - Anita 1990 -

                   Lord it sure is lonely here in hell with all these spirit breakers...

                                            - Anita 1991 -