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An arid wind blows across the Tower of Silence as the devotees cautiously prepare the corporeal remains, avoiding the posthumous demons that lie within the dead. Carrion birds are perched on the perimeter of the tower in the hot sun. Watching. Waiting. The deceased’s final gift, devoured in a wake. Death nourishes life. Transformation emerges from the final dance between the withering flesh and the elements. Bleached and crumbled bone, after many cycles of the rising and setting sun, are indistinguishable from one another. Back to dust, they are once again pure...” last Saturnday at Shadowdance in SF.
Photo: #1 by @lola_mori , #2 by @accidental_autopsy , #3 & 4 by sonny silaphet
Special thanks to Mary for the amazing music, @accidental_autopsy for assisting in all areas and
@bloodyinkmary , @indigenak for much needed piercing assistance.
And all of the Love to @gloryhole4satan & @mmcustomart for making this happen... Your hard work and strength is pure Blood & Steel.
This past weekend was such a rollercoaster of experiences, I'm not quite ready to begin posting about it until I acknowledge the Man that helped me through it all. From laughs & joy of being with my troupe/hook family to the agony of finding out we lost a very dear member of our community. Richard was there to help and offer assistance to not only me, but all of my friends during our time of stress and intense mourning.
This is Thee Man behind The Beast and my heart is healing all the more gently because of him.