This Circle is forged in: Freedom This Circle is forged in: Story This Circle is forged in: Protection This Circle is forged in: Power This Circle is forged in: Fabulousness In Tribe …is forged in: Purpose Joy In Kindness In Laughter Love Ancestry I call upon hearth and home I call upon broken bone I call upon Skuld -endings, doors, ways and hedge. Cutter Atropos Dark heart of the blackest moon! Hekate lover of witches roam Mama Death! Teach us to Call! To dance! To laugh! Pirouette and don’t forget: boogie oogie disco thump, spin yarn and soul by pricking and tickling and a turn Balance and chance lead us in the Trance Mama Death Dance By Scythe’s Tiara glitters in gold and shiny stone Papa, Pele, Isis and Amazons- Ares’ stats to Odin’s eye, Ma’am Brigitte spy! Chooser and gate Flirt and mate Rock and rate By the ticking and the toc, the knock and knell Sit for a spell and raise some hell By witches wailing- heckling and calling upon what is to be called (and what is not.) Woe and wonderful Lady who sails on air for veils calling them, those before I call upon feathered wing, flightless and found on the ground curious curios from a field found fallow. Slitherers and giverers. The in-between beings: dare to found and find. Bind. I call the Queen I call upon bell and chair, rung and done, sit upon, turned over, kicked and shoved. Three so mote it be, but more, so many, blind to eyes that look too hard at the moon Down and dig it, dig down! Deeper we go: call upon it then! I call upon blood that soaks, seeps, stuffs and spills wicked smiles that seat desire amongst those who dare to know better: but don’t! I call the King hidden in four forms: lad knight Father and sage Sorcerers suck dwell divine, shaman chant- magus and mage! Lord of Woods leap and love, jig and jive, weave all lore Sit in singing stools stirring stories of yore Come and go, forth and from, back again Heart and lance, pretty and prance Mama Death Dance Ah the sound! I call the beat of drum! I call the whistles and thistles thudding and budding. Bump. Such a sound! The known tone and the mystery. Call the song, come along. Fret and bet, the feet to a beat that skips Skip! I call upon the skipping stones that know home and away that play. By the light Call upon the flick flint flame flowering empowering Ha! Dare to chance a charge? Squeeze and bang, wrap arms round, on toes and shadow. Upon Land! Mud and sand twirl and hunker down Upon the guiding Star, Auntie Twinkle so bright in the night, in the dawn, long for light and mirrored ball…hear dirt sparkle- louder than bower. Call the waves, call back in the toes, it knows the rain and mists Veils of fog losing following home, again it goes. Spin! Them all! Call! Screaming beaming, yell in stage whispers, giggle and blow. Breath of the mountain from afar and inside. Winds winding up strumming a hum, a song. A Call, to twist again. And be known. Sung and done. Call that breath of idea, the gasp before speech, save those words She’ll need them Feast and fest- dance and rest. You’ll need them Call upon Mama Death Mama Death Dance Chants: Brighid Anubis Oya Persephone LA Huesuda Hel Morana Morgana Morrigan Enkidu by heart stone Inanna by gem and bone Osiris by Tree and trunk Dionysus by Wine drunk Oak by brother blade Orpheus by music played Light by sails west blessed quest

DAN: “There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it.” David: Oh man, did you just quote: Marta Graham Dan: Mais oui! David: Once upon a time there was a man named Henri Rousseau. One day at 40 years old he decided to become a painter. SO he taught himself to paint. No training or teachers. He took the little money he had and bought a canvas and paint and didn’t know one day he’d be great! It just didn’t occur to him to not do it. He showed his paintings to the art world and was mocked and told he was crap. Dan: So he stopped painting. David: NO he didn’t he said Uh-hu! And kept with the painting Henri Roussea Fo fo fo fo Painted with his heart Beaux beaux beaux arts! Didn’t care what they say (On the) Champs-Élylées Jungle in his eyes French French French Fries David: Henri Rousseau just kept painting and showing his work to anyone who would see it. Ridiculed and poor he didn’t care, he just kept painting all the cool things he saw like flowers in the gardens botanical! He watched them explode in his studio! Tigers leapt about his apartment! Deserts splayed out before him endless.. like his desire and his passion. And still the art world told him he was crap. Dan: So he stopped painting David: NO NO NON! Listen to the story! He didn’t! He said Uh-hu! And kept with the painting Henri Roussea Fo fo fo fo Painted with his heart Beaux beaux beaux arts! Didn’t care what they say (On the) Champs-Élylées Jungle in his eyes French French French Toast David: Henri Rousseau hung with all the cool people and, even though broke, gave children free violin lessons! He just kept doing what his heart told him to do! And one day he came into fame! He was renown as the supreme artist he was! Without permission, without apology, without regard for critics or infulencers. He just did it and didn’t care if he was famous or people thought he was crap. Dan: And then he stopped painting David: WHAT! No! Why do you keep saying that he never… Well yea he died….. But only after he said Uh-hu! Uh-hu, Uh-hu, No, Non, Nein, Nej, Tidak, Girl please I Googled that, because it turns out every single language in the galaxy has an expression which means Uh-hu! Because apparently we all need to say it a lot more! What if that is the magical incantation to remove all the stuff that’s blocking us from ourselves? Let’s say it! Uh-hu! Uh-hu! Uh-hu! Henri Roussea Fo fo fo fo Painted with his heart Beaux beaux beaux arts! Didn’t care what they say (On the) Champs-Élylées Jungle in his eyes French French French……. They tell us Henri Rousseau never made it to the actually desert or jungle but he yeah, he did! And he brought all of us there. 1234 Henri Roussea Fo fo fo fo Painted with his heart Beaux beaux beaux arts! Didn’t care what they say (On the) Champs-Élylées Jungle in his eyes French French French –a subjective time later- Fries!

In the beginning there was a paradise. There, woman was created weaker than man. They sought knowledge, which corrupted to progeny of mankind. Well I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money piled up to my chin My mother told me good, my mother told me strong She said, "Be true to yourself and you can't go wrong But there's just one thing that you must understand You can fool with your brother But don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man Oh, the missionary man, he's got God on his side He's got the saints and apostles backin' up from behind Black eyed looks from those Bible books He's a man with a mission, got a serious mind There was a woman in the jungle and a monkey on a tree The missionary man he was followin' me He said, "Stop what you're doin', get down upon your knees I've a message for you that you better believe" Believe, believe, believe, believe…. In the beginning they say there was nothingness! But they are only half right for there was nothing and everything and nothing and everything was the all! In the beginning there was only ice! A cow came along and licked free the first Father. In the beginning there was only the source: Great Danu the mother river flowed! In the beginning there was the first world with a hole on top. It flooded and only Raven who taught herself to fly could escape! In the beginning were 7 dragons circling the skies until one caught its own tail and a beautiful blue ball was formed. In the beginning there was only the tree guarded by the Bull God and brother gazelle. Lightening struck and making a hole and out a walked the first ancestors. In the beginning there was an explosion of all matter that mattered stars spun and galaxies and worlds flung into the known cosmos! You were made form stardust and you have the amazing responsibility to shimmer, shine and twinkle. Well I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money, money, money, money Don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man

The sun will be high (it will eat some edibles.) The sky will be blue (because the sun won’t share!) The day will be long, 26 hours somehow (well not somehow, a murder of Celtic druids will open a portal and the fabric of space and time shrug, not really caring, but the shrug will be so epic it will roll two hours off of a Sunday in May and balance has to be restored) It will be a time ripe with rancor. (That part is true.) And there on the horizon will come an image so intense, so revered, so fucked up you will know immediately that joy has a price and on that day your toll was due your ticket. T’will be Swordfish fish! (Swordfish fish!) He’s no tuna fish… Obviously Tuna is a fish Unnecessary wordage! But this is not the case with swordfish fish. I mean if your fish has a sword you need to know that! (Is he alone?) NO! Soon he will be joined by his buds, friends, amigos, band of brothers, dudes he once circle jerked with in college! There to his left: a beast of a beast. Broader than any walking form has the right to be But she has no rights for she has a weapon and does as she pleases, and pleased she rarely is. This bovine is nearly divine. It’s Machete Cow! (Machete Cow!) To swordfish fish’s right will be another creature you’d feature in films horrific. Eyes too smart for their sockets, muscles ripped, corded and oddly delicious. A snout you’d never doubt. He is: Pig with weapons (Pig with weapons) This trio is terror! And that terror has come to terrify! With a barely noticeable nod from Swordfish fish off they march to decimate LA. (Only one tenth of it. But it’s enough. ) Swordfish Fish, the legend the myth Is coming to your town. Swordfish Fish, the legend the myth Is coming to cut you down! The slaughter is real. They start at the port and no one will care because only poor people live there so fuck them for being poor! They deserve the carnage! But then they’ll hit downtown! Wait. We like DTLA. (They can’t do this! We have starbucks there!) Stop the rampage swordfish fish! Pershing square: a blood bath. The national guard won’t help the music center! The Dorothy Chandler pavilion… those three perfect chandeliers glisten with gore. (weeps) Echo Park: a fountain of remorse. Red hill: actually red again, as blood seeps over horizontal fencing Wait not Silver Lake!! We closed all the sex clubs and opened Yoga studios! We’re good now! Not Intellegencia! (Single pour no more) (Where are they headed, why are they headed, what are they headed!) What do you want swordfish fish! What will sate you machete cow? We question your cravings Pig with weapons! In Hollywood, bodies of tourists and actors dressed up like more famous actors will litter the walk of fame. Swordfish fish will stop. Was this his purpose to kill cosplay at its source? No… he grabs a map to the stars. (NO!) Not a real celebrity! Don’t kill the life-blood of America! Do you hate America swordfish fish? Yet you embody all we hold dear! OH GOD he’ll head to Beverly Hills! Rodeo drive: a rodeo or guts and intestines. Cut, cleaved, carved and catered carrion will cover mansions, estates and homes akin to compounds… (because obviously a single family needs that much room!) Machete cow will catch a new scent and run! Pig with weapons joins, destination known! Swordfish fish will smile. (We did not know he could smile!) It’s a terrifyingly terrible and tremendously type of smile. No! Say it isn’t happening! Locked on target! This can’t be real! They’ll surround the home of Pamela Anderson! No! Not Pam! Anyone but Pam! Swordfish Fish, the legend the myth Is coming to your town. Swordfish Fish, the legend the myth Is coming to cut you down! The chase will be furious but short. Pamela Anderson will scream…I could graphically explain in vivid detail of her demise but I’m not a fan of violence towards women so I’ll just say: it will be bad. As she lay and lie there her last breaths looking up at Swordfish fish, she’ll utter, in Canadian, “Wh.. why? I’m anti-fur. Vegan. I stand for Peta!” “We know!” Machete cow moos! “Yea!” Pig with weapons oinks, “This is for taking us out of the food chain!” AHHHHH! Swordfish fish says nothing as the bombshell dies. He dips into Pamela Anderson’s blood and wipes a single line below his dorsal fin. He’s just that cool. The wind will stir (with a straw that kills turtles.) The horizon turns red (the universe mourning Pam or perhaps reflection of light in atmospheric particles or maybe just Pam) The moon will shine drunk as fuck (what?) Pig with weapons nods. Machete cow smirks. Swordfish fish will remain silent, but in that silence will be millions of words, none of them making a sentence but all combined into one cohesive thought: some things need dying. Swordfish Fish, the legend the myth Is coming to your town. Swordfish Fish, the legend the myth Is coming to cut you down! Is coming to cut you down!

Chose your path to the center Leave no stone unturned Choose your path to the center and make your path your own Along your path you’ll find valleys Along your path you’ll find hill You must climb every mountain you must search with all your will Chose your path to the center Leave no stone unturned Choose your path to the center and make your path your own So where exactly is this center? Huh? You're supposed to enjoy the journey not the destination but sometimes the journey sucks! Fuck you universe! I just want the destination NOW! A hint? A gold star for trying? A pat on the friggin (Frigg ‘n Freya back? I feel like a straight dude trying to find the clitoris! It’s bullshit! There’s a life force within us It flows through you and me It’s the power of nature We transform it magickally Chose your path to the center Leave no stone unturned Choose your path to the center and make your path your own Sometimes I think it's not supposed to be this hard but then Bridget says “Yes bitch, it is supposed to be this fucking hard, but keep moving keep grooving, you’re doing the right thing honey just one foot in front of the freaking other.” Bu they Goddess maybe you could provide a compass? Walking stick? Map? Google app? Earth and Fire Air and Water Earth and Fire Air and Water Chose your path to the center Leave no stone unturned Choose your path to the center and make your path your own Stumbling running tripping skipping. Headed forward but looking back. Stuck. Fuck aren't I supposed to be in the now? When you get to the center We’ll sing with you again!