This is a shout out to those residing and/or visiting Chapel Perilous. We know who we are. We are the dispossessed, the outcasts and the outsiders, rebels with a cause who have upturned the mulch of our dead lives and seeded those fertile fields with incindiary visions of our future selves. Having already subverted the norm, we renunciate dominator culture’s status quo of everything and drift happy disconnected yet still wavering in the ambiguity fog of dislocation. Free-floating across the abyss between old worlds and the new, guided only by shining paths of mother evolution. We have passed over, we have passed the point of no-return and since there is no turning back, we celebrate the momentum lifting us on the wings of perception, grace and whatever skills we have earned from surviving the inevitable catastrophe of self.

Only when we are over, does our real life begin.