Across the voids of time did these words come to me.
Into darkness will I fade,
Into a night that Man has made,
But through that gloom shall gleam the Sun
When I am lost, and again am won.
Release! Release! I call to thee
In New Lands across the sea:
Let another, on narrow pathways, come to me.
Furthest and Highest,
Yet not beyond reach.
Choose thou well a path that will teach
How the Sunken is raised
And Emptiness is filled
And a wandering heart
Can finally be stilled.
Seek the Great Stone! Mark it well, with a sign,
That the one who shall follow
Shall see it is mine,
And, seeing, shall ponder and certainly know
As the Ancients have writ:
"As Above, so Below."
And I shall guard the Source of Greatness;
Waiting by a teardrop
From neither joy nor sorrow born,
In silver bound, beneath the ground,
I am the Spiral Horn.
-Anonymous

My name is Katherine Elizabeth Poco-Enders. My mother is full-blood
Irish, born and raised in California. My father is full-blood
Comanche. A Native American from the southern plains of Oklahoma.

I sometimes imagine speaking with you as if you were a close friend. Your performances have sent electrical surges through my body in places I didn't even know existed.

I see you as a light of divine healing energy. The act of falling in
love with you has allowed me to discover a cosmic energy, not only in myself but in others as well. Just new and higher levels of existence.

You see, I have muscular dystrophy and for nine years I did not know the cause or the name of my illness. The symptoms of this disease did not affect me until the age of 18. This was the time of my life when things were supposed to be blossoming. But instead I felt lost, hopeless, wreckless and most of all trapped within the walls of my own skin. At times I had the desire to end my life here on earth. The tests I went through to determine what was wrong with me were very painful. Over the years I have lost many friends which I thought would be in my life forever. I know I've pushed the ones dearest to me away. (yes, you know who you are.)

Do you believe it is possible to heal ones own self? I know there will
be things in my life I will be unable to do, but I refuse to let this
illness take anything else away from me. I refuse to be silent
anymore. I want to feel life and all that it has to offer.

I have always had a love for the arts and have longed to be near other creative minds. I hold you so dear to my heart for you have pumped fire into my veins. You have shown me a glimpse of what true passion is. Even with my illness I can still be beautiful and creative. But beyond this, I have it in my power to give and to touch others in such a way that magnifies and radiates the inner self. I swear to you with every fiber of my being just knowing that someone like you exists today and now in this lifetime fuels me with an unimaginable strength. I now find myself going to the gym five days a week relearning to use the muscles in my body that don't work.

Learning to be one with myself
The mind, the body and the soul
Connecting all three
when at times I have been
mostly all soul
Lost in my dreams
but studying Carl Jung's works
gave me tools to submerge
soul into mind
And you have shown me that
a sensual self exists
within the halls of my broken temple

I embrace you from afar with the dreams of my soul unleashed and with me in my waking state.

Eternally yours,

Katherine Elizabeth Poco-Enders
(a.k.a. doxologia, kitty, Kat)