Three colors adorn the altar, three colors, ancient in meaning, starkly beautiful as I sit in meditation, with my rosary, saying recrafted ancient prayers, prayers as fresh as the new religion I amalgamated, and prayers honoring the most ancient of ancients. Black for life, Red for life, White for Rebirth. Ancient colors standing for the Maiden, the Mother, the Crone, for whoever heard of something so silly as a male giving birth to children through breathing dirt, or building a person from a rib? No, life is difficult, life is breathed in the dirt, the blood, and the returning light, whether it is real or manufactured by our brains to protect us from the pain of a body shutting down.
Three colors, in honor of my mother's birth, life, and rebirth.
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