Sister Janet. Master Shaman I have come. with my dolly from the shadow side. with a demon and an Englishman.. I' my mother I'my son. and nobody else is slipping the blade in easy. nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade. but all the angels and all the wizards black and. white. are lighting candles in our hands. can you feel them yes touching hands before our. eyes. and I can even see sweet Maryanne. Sister Janet you have come. from the woman clothed with the sun. your veil is quietly becoming none.. Call the Wanderer. he has gone. and all those up there are making it look so easy. with your perfect wings. a wing can cover all sorts of things. and all the angels and all the wizards black and. white. are lighting candles in our hands. can you feel them yes touching hands before our. eyes. and I can even see sweet Maryanne. this again. well I think I could try this once again. . by dave s.