Letters from Damien
Dear Friends,
I have an idea that you may be interested in. There's simply no way that I can correspond with everyone, it's not physically possible. It takes me an average of four hours to write a single letter, if it's to contain anything of meaning or value. It I did nothing but dedicate every waking moment to writing letters I'd still only be able to complete three a day. I don't want people to think their letters to me are wasted time, or that I don't appreciate them, because that is not the case. I love receiving your letters. I look forward to them every single day. So, my idea is this - what if I were to respond this way? You could ask questions, propose topics, or tell me stories, and I could respond through Brent. We could make it an on-going project.
August 29th, 2010
My heart aches. It’s not bad, though. It’s just full from the show last night. Even in here I was enveloped by the beauty and the intensity of it. It was like watching a miracle happen. My hands are shaking today from the after-effects. Last night was magick, folks. It’s going to take me a very, very long time to digest it all. The ripples from last night’s event will radiate out and touch things even long after it’s over.
August 26th, 2010
The day of the concert is nearly here. There are times when I think about it and I can’t catch my breath. It’s going to be beautiful. The outside world will think this is about celebrity. It’s not. It’s about love. They say that it’s during the hard times that you find out who your friends really are, and it’s true. I’ve been gifted with some of the greatest friends it’s possible to have. There’s no way to describe how it feels to see all of your friends and loved ones come together and do something like this. They could all easily be somewhere else, doing something else, but instead they’re here. People have put so much work into bringing this together that it’s mind-boggling. This is something I will never forget for as long as I live. The only thing that would make it better is if I could be there to see it with my own eyes. I can’t wait to hear everyone’s description of it afterwards. That will allow me to see it all in my head.
August 25th, 2010
I’ve been receiving a great many letters from people in other prisons and from the families of other people in prison. All of them are asking me for help in some way, saying they or their family members are in prison for something they didn’t do. I have no idea what they expect of me. If I knew some secret for getting innocent people out of prison, then I wouldn’t be sitting in this cell. And if I were to tell them the truth about the system, it would only crush their hopes. The truth is that if you are black or poor white trash, no one cares. The system is run by politicians, and if you can’t do anything for them, then they have no use for you. It’s even worse in Arkansas because it’s still much like the Old South—a handful of people run everything, and they all have their hands in each other’s pockets. They switch jobs from time to time—a judge becomes a senator, the attorney general becomes the governor, etc.—but for the most part everything stays the same. People like me are just background scenery.
August 19th, 2010
In just a few more days we say good-bye to Leo for another year and move into Virgo. That happens at exactly 12:27 a.m. on August 23rd. The archangel of Virgo is Hamaliel, and you can invoke her to aid you in any kind of research, investigation, or intellectual pursuit. She can help you pass tests, learn a new language, or memorize things. That’s not very flashy or exciting as far as angels go but still definitely useful. If you want to give her a gift, anything made of grain is appropriate—bread, cereal, cookies, etc. If I were out I’d make her some angel-shaped gingerbread cookies and leave them on a little shrine. We’ll be in Hamaliel’s realm until September 22nd.
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