From: Jonathan Davis (jonathan@limbicnutrition.com)
Date: Wed 23 Oct 2002 - 11:00:13 GMT
http://www.miaminewtimes.com/issues/1997-06-05/feature.html/page1.html
Excerpt:
"On Christmas night a year ago, God fled Heaven to escape an audacious demon
attack -- a celestial Tet Offensive. The demons smashed to dust his palace
of beautiful blue- moon marble. TV news kept it secret, but homeless
children in shelters across the country report being awakened from troubled
sleep and alerted by dead relatives. No one knows why God has never
reappeared, leaving his stunned angels to defend his earthly estate against
assaults from Hell. "Demons found doors to our world," adds eight-year-old
Miguel, who sits before Andre with the other children at the Salvation Army
shelter. The demons' gateways from Hell include abandoned refrigerators,
mirrors, Ghost Town (the nickname shelter children have for a cemetery
somewhere in Dade County), and Jeep Cherokees with "black windows." The
demons are nourished by dark human emotions: jealousy, hate, fear.
One demon is feared even by Satan. In Miami shelters, children know her by
two names: Bloody Mary and La Llorona (the Crying Woman). She weeps blood or
black tears from ghoulish empty sockets and feeds on children's terror. When
a child is killed accidentally in gang crossfire or is murdered, she croons
with joy. "If you wake at night and see her," a ten-year-old says softly,
"her clothes be blowing back, even in a room where there is no wind. And you
know she's marked you for killing."
The homeless children's chief ally is a beautiful angel they have nicknamed
the Blue Lady. She has pale blue skin and lives in the ocean, but she is
hobbled by a spell. "The demons made it so she only has power if you know
her secret name," says Andre, whose mother has been through three
rehabilitation programs for crack addiction. "If you and your friends on a
corner on a street when a car comes shooting bullets and only one child
yells out her true name, all will be safe. Even if bullets tearing your
skin, the Blue Lady makes them fall on the ground. She can talk to us, even
without her name. She says: 'Hold on.'"
A blond six-year-old with a bruise above his eye, swollen huge as a ruby egg
and laced with black stitches, nods his head in affirmation. "I've seen
her," he murmurs. A rustle of whispered Me toos ripples through the small
circle of initiates."
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Regards
Jonathan
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