Ritual space update for open and closed events here at Walnut Hill (Because Khari has the wheel)

 Here is the updated view from the porch, as of today's Khari readjustment.

Sadly, I have no monkeys to use on the children.

But I could hide the ore-zombiefied bodies in that hole.

Looks so peaceful before the screaming begins, doesn't it?

See the knee of an future victim of a child? I do.

Today, I heard Khari discuss how she wanted a mix of ice and cream popsicles. I secretly want diseased monkeys. Not going to get them. And no parent wants me near their kids. 

Seriously.

Think about it.

I want to expose their kids to diseased monkeys.

In my defense, I am descended from Gothic villains. Isis Frankenstein, Mary Anne Spengel, and worse of all, the Ramses. Jekyl and Hyde has nothing on my family. 

Where will I be during these events?

Not in the back.

I am as useless as this broken trash.

Or the remains of Walnut Hill Church.

Or these mulberry branches in the way. 

Of this beautiful fire pit.

And this is now Khari's ritual space also. Just like magick, it was.

Yep, just like that, Khari's need for to consume all the space took out any hope of a church for me. Any chance of an independent ritual without her involvement--gone. I answer to her--just like always. No ground of my own. Because she has to control every inch of it. 

I tried to create to separate a zone for myself--and it was gone instantly. 

Still bending my knee to the Spider Queen.

And she can't see that she robs so much decision making power by giving no place that is stamped with my thumbprint. I can't be a minister when the Temple is to Khari alone. 

Walnut Night Church is now Khari Church. 

Fuck me over.