Sister Brother
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I am the runoff from the sewers. The child of everything scorned. A brown father and a white mother banned from the Earth only to dwell in hiding, not even in the shade. My face is a mask and my skin is of the color used to murder and enslave nations, but if you look closely you can see the natural tan and thigh gap that never had a chance.. Did you perm your hair? O wow, your father taught you to bellydance? I am the flower that grew out of the mud, the bee that used it to form honey, "the nectar of life," and the beekeeper that stole that honey to make profits. I am more of a brother than I am a sister and you will never believe me.
Sister Coyolxauhqui, Rattles-In-Her-Cheeks

Sister Coyolxauhqui, Rattles-In-Her-Cheeks, is an artist, healer, melissae and Jaguar. She was born in Tierra entre medio, on the cusp and mestiza. She was found as an infant by missionaries at the foot of a furious volcano, under the light of a full moon, cradled in obsidian and eyes sealed shut with propolis. She found language hard "my mother tongue is wild dogs on a mission like the dark" she explained and took many years to become socialized (the status of which is still debatable). When asked where she came from she responded "From the forge of the cosmos, my mother's womb. Fought my way out like Santa Marina, like Set. Ripped the night sky hip to hip." When asked about her parents she said that she attributes her sense of community and altruistic hedonism with the bees and her fear of men and ferocity with the jaguars. All further questions were answered with buzzing sounds unless she was given honey. Finding animals more profound than people, she seeks to share the wisdom and medicine they have gifted her.
Her people have been fighting for her return for years but Eschatologists working for the Vatican strongly advise against it, fearing it would initiate the apocalypse. "She is a living codex. She belongs in our library." Said one priest. Sister Coyolxauhqui says she can leave whenever she wants but chooses to remain because she loves being surrounded by the ancient texts. "The older the knowledge the more true" she finds, but be assured when "the time" comes, she will return. Ominous statements like this, along with her toting a machete and an owl as she rattles all over the basilica have many clergy on their garde.
Feast day: April 21
Day of the week: Saturday
Emblem: Moon and Coyote
Petition when: The age of man, the sun, wands and staves is nigh. When the earth is ready to take back what is hers. When every person who has committed a true evil, violence against an innocent, be they child, woman, animal or man; rape of the mother, will be made to atone. To prostrate themselves before Her and pay reparations for their crimes. Coyolxauhqui is a dark hand. A conduit to let the repressed feminine back in. Get inside the oarless boat.
Sister Carlota de la Santa Cruz

Sister Carlota de la Santa Cruz Student of the legendary Sister Caritas Auraculus Karate. Sister Carlota has been trained in the dark arts since her tender years in Bolivia. After years of practice, her power allowed de la Santa Cruz to grow a penis, which she uses on the regular without ever letting her femininity fade away. Besides reading the days to come in coca leaves, Carlota has the power to cure homosexuality but she would never. Legend has it her powers have been passed along her fairy bloodline for centuries, now tainted with black magic.
Sister Caritas Auraculus Karate
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Sister Caritas Auraculus Karate is a professor, philosopher, artist, visionary, preacher, and seer. Also known as our Lady of Masques, her feast days are Halloween and Carnival (but she is also known to use deep-pore cleansing, green facial mask and eat entire cakes whenever). In the new era, Sister Karate is credited with identifying the cure for enlightenment (an affliction that is potentially debilitating), which is tequila. She endorses tequila drinking for the Nunz because she believes the normal drinking water is not safe and it gives them a rosy complexion. (In actuality, she uses her psychic powers to transform the deadly spirits back into water. This mind-altered water amplifies the awareness of the drinkers unlocking their genetic memory, along with many secrets of the Sisterhood.)
Sister Karate is responsible for creating the Art Nunz degree granting system; each degree is unique (one of a kind) and Universal. In 2011, she initiated a reform of baptism so that people can cleanse their own damn name. She is one of the founding members of the Church of the Eternal Reformation. She holds PhD's in Making Things Up and Kitsch, and is a card carrying Discordian Pope. She is currently under investigation by the Vatican.
Sister [Instert Name Here]
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Sister [Insert Name Here] demands to not be taken seriously in the serious context of this coven. She joined for the potlucks and stayed for the crowd. She has been interested in the occult since 'Sabrina the Teenage Witch' welcomed her home from school.
The divinity of it all is lost on her unless she can convert the strong religious notes of the Nunz into something relatable for an earth-bound agnostic. She works within a delicate balance of humor and craft, but treads dangerously too close to her comical nature, which can be off putting to people who "don't get comedy."
Sister Blood in her Teeth

Sister Blood in her Teeth is the last of her kind and the first of her name. The last surviving member of the Ulfhednar commissioned by the Emporer Constantine to serve as his personal bodyguard, and the heir to the warrior's tradition as taught to Cu Chulainn by the goddess Sc�thach. She can trace her lineage back to the children of Loki: Hati and Sk�ll who eternally chase the sun and moon across the sky, and knows the secret that would bring Ragnar�k to pass.
In the tradition of the Irish faoladh, she has committed to guardianship of the Art Nuns for the term of this life, oathed to nurture and protect the minds, spirits and bodies of the collective. As the embodiment of the Wilds and the violence of the soul, her hands are perpetually bruised and her teeth are stained with the blood of over a thousand years of hunting.
She bears the bones of the Academics that have been eviscerated in the wake of her wrath as a necklace and is always in possession of a flask of whiskey presented to her forebears by the Morr�gan, it is used to bless the circles of standing stones that she creates for the Nunz rituals.
Sister Blood In her Teeth believes in the ecstasies of agony and recommends mortification of the flesh to purge oneself of the injuries inflicted by a life removed from the stones and trees that man was born from. She keeps the articles of the Dark Pope under guard during the Pope's periods of slumber and has been granted the ability to call forth the Uterarians during times of stagnation. Madness leaves creativity in its wake.
After several failed exorcism and integration attempts, she was deemed "inadmissable to the afterlife" by the heads of all organized Churches and acts upon this excusal from religion in a point of honor, preferring to honor the gods in her own way.
Sister Fleur Rose

Somewhere between a fairy tale and a centerfold lies Sister Fleur Rose. Exploring cultural minefields for decades, skipping from the hills of the west to the waters of her homeland on the lower east, Ros� sheds light amongst those she encounters. With eruptions of vital new energy and self-awareness, she becomes more spirit than body. She is sometimes silent, always sassy, but mostly charismatic. Sister Fleur Rose contributes passion, power, and determination to the Art Nuns, while they encourage her struggle and reinforce her commitment to the creative process. She always carries around a piece of amethyst given to her by Sister Caritas Auraculus Karate during her explorations and holds the deepest love for ultramarine.
Sister Amator Naturae

Sister Amator Naturae is a Florida native and a child of the universe. Being very aware of her origin in the cosmos, she has a strong connection with nature and seeks to help others realize and strengthen this connection as well. A Cancer to the core, she is both a homebody and an explorer with a natural instinct to nurture others and create a home environment wherever she may go. Thus, her main mission is to reconnect humanity with its roots in the cosmos and its physical home, planet Earth. She's had the good fortune of traveling to many places, having lived in Germany and visited places from Iceland to Mexico. This exposure to different places, people, and cultures has given her a global perspective, which further motivates her mission to unify her fellow people and save the planet.
L'Homme Divine

The Divine Man is a third generation healer with a taste for flair. unapologetically homosexual with no taste for feminine sexuality, he represents the Art Nuns from the other side of the spectrum keeping masculine energies of the nuns in check. He was once scoffed at by a man on a street, to which The Divine Man did not reply. However sister Blood in her Teeth set the wolves on that man and he was torn to pieces. He pursues knowledge of the nature of Masculinity within the Catholic faith, much like Sister Karate; and is under investigation by the Vatican for proving that over five members of the papacy enjoy drinking fruity alcoholic beverages. The Divine Man is a firm believer in the power of ass-shaking and hosts dance parties on every aquarian moon. He also paints things.
Sister Silence
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A note from Sister Caritas:
Sister Silence is not actually mute. Blessed with acute psychoacoustic hearing she is listening deeply to the celestial white noise of alien transmissions, electromagnetic radiation, atmospheric noise, ghosts, and magnetic resonances and miscellaneous internal noises. These she prefers to hearing what others are saying to themselves in their heads, because it's pretty awful. It's not so much that she nothing to say...it's just the average conversation is dull compared to your communion with the broader cosmos. Sister Silence will make rare exclamations about junk food. It is thought that she may actually be repeating parts of her deep conversations that she is having with a cherished bag of Doritos, as these are among the most dynamic and profound organisms on our planet; she takes great delight in their consumption. Her rare words are used as a form of augury as interpreted by, myself, Sister Caritas.The order uses these to know when the timing is favorable or lucky, and who will win the academy awards.
Fister Fellatia aka Anal Fister universehacktress.com

Fister Fellatia aka Anal Fister is the reincarnation of Kali as a blue furry cat, if she were a bro dude trapped in the body of a kawaii anime girl.
Sister Meraki Toska : The Feral Heart
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"Meraki, the soul, creativity, or love that is put into something. the essence of yourself that is put into your work. Toska: At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning." -Nobokov
Sister Meraki Toska was forged from the soils of many distant lands, allowing for broadness of mind and spirit. She is the synthesis of many kinds, ways, and beliefs. She utilizes social and creative discourse to respond to the eternal and unnameable question. With her roots spread wide, she looks to nature for guidance. She has a strong distaste for repression and advocates a balance of hedonism and empathy. She believes that we must feed our carnal desires and facilitate this process in others. It is of utmost importance that we listen and cater to our truest selves, without compromising the truest versions of the others. Sister Meraki Toska is an artist. Searching, prodding, probing, feeling, and creating- she is one of the harbingers of reality, of what is needed. She knows that one must ask questions to answer questions, and that this is without end. But, while we are here, she exists to remind us of ourselves and comfort us in our search.
Sister Joan of Art

Sister Joan of Art was not brought into this world through any special means or with any earth shattering symbols.
From a small age Joan showed great interest in talking to cats, writing messages from God entirely in highlighter markers, and painting in a miraculously manner that was entirely devoid of pigment. Sometimes she pretended she knew how to wield a sword. This was a point of contention between Joan and her mother, due to the fact Joan preferred fighting with a sword then doing anything �ladylike�.
However, her interest in swordsmanship proved unnecessary when she gained her first army. Any enemy that was unfortunate enough to meet her in the field would often flee, not because her army was particularly terrifying, but because the glow of their fluorescent armor was so intense they would go blind with just a glance. It was said they also rode upon Golden Tigers but these were hard to see for the great aura of colored light that emanated.
Sister Joan always prefers a brush to a sword. Her aim to inspire those may see her sigil and call each to their own creative potential, as well as make friends with any and every cat, big or small, along the way.
Color: Highlighter yellow, pink, blue, and green. Also Gold. Just because why not?
Animals: White Lions, Golden Tabby Tigers, and every alley cat.
Theme song(s): "Time to Run" and "Into the Sun" by Lord Huron?
Feast Day: January 6th
Jesus

Our modern day Jesus was born from no virgin. She keeps wine on hand and can cook a good fish. Jesus walks with a pack of fellow deities fittingly called the Art Nunz. Adventuring the 40 seas to ease her wandering knees and needs. May Jesus be inside everyone.
Our Lady of Nonchalance

Our Lady of Nonchalance was once a small bird. Her thoughts flit from one notion to another, mimicking the movements of a sparrow. She radiates tranquility in the presence of her peers. Left alone, she is consumed by a brewing storm of anxiety and self-doubt.
This unrest is a remnant of the poison used to destroy the body of her previous form. She was poisoned by faithtakers, eaten from the inside by despair. The poison destroyed her will to survive, and�her soul wandered for centuries.
Determined to cure herself before her soul was completely extinguished, she made a pilgrimage to the mountains of Galicia, Spain. In the forests of Ourense, she gathered mistletoe and sacrificed two white bulls. The blood was poured over the bed of mistletoe, and on the sixth day of the moon her soul rested in the tangle of leaves and berries. She awoke as a woman.
Nonchalance's new body acts as a vehicle for her soul to interact with humans. Though she has lost her birdsong, she can communicate emotion through the energized pigments and mythic images of her paintings. She uses art to calm the souls of other and find peace in her own.
Ma Soeur Velours Bleu

Caregiver, lullaby singer, and soul food cook. Determined to share my light with the sisterhood, community, and wherever I travel in my days. Aiming forever on this plane to leave a good solid mark on the world. Born in 1992, this time. I still haven�t figured it out yet. Art makes it all worth it, it is in everything.
An excerpt from my diary:
"On the other side of my fence lies a garden of life. Sunflowers peeking over the horizon. I am not sore. Here, I am solved. All solutions can be opened up, all of the truth is standing in the sun, the moon, deep down into the core of the earth. A leaf falls, a spider climbs up its web�life happens naturally. The languages and meanings all vast, it all comes back to the same center. Nothing is perfect and peaceful, yet everything is perfect and peaceful because it is the way it is and always will be. Life is a paradox, and its only practice that makes it get easier. Destruction allows for the recognition of rebuilding. Integrity, Strength, Honor, Knowledge, Understanding lessons and traits in this world for us to master and behold. All for the glory of love. Every positive needs the negative and nothing at all. From atoms to organisms, humans, the universe itself; we are negative, positive, and neutral. I am tired of being confused about this."
Sister Princess Russell

Sister Princess Russell is a boy that likes boys but only paints pretty girls. Since he was born, he has made it a mission in life to spread feminine beauty to the world even though he has massive amounts of body hair (and a penis). Considered an accident when he was born to a cult of women where no men were allowed, he was granted permission to live because he immediately complimented his mother�s hair and amazing complexion. As a child princess of the feminine, he grew up drawing flowers, walking in his mother's heels, and dressing as the Pink Power Ranger for Halloween (twice). After marrying his artistic practice and making himself his own God, Sister Princess Russell has vowed to make the world a little prettier everyday, goddammit. .
Our Lady of Divine Chaos, also known as Our Lady of Laughter
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A fallen star. She sometimes appears as a swarm of blue and yellow butterflies, other times vivid hallucinations that are mystical reminders. In the arrival of the present moment you can hear her laughter rippling and ringing hysterically, the cries of the great cosmic giggle which sits deep in her gut. She is the brightness in pain and sorrow in joy. The cosmic paradox that balances the reality and euphoria of states. As a warrior of imagination she is called upon the universe to serve.
Sister Aloria Margarita

Aloria a Cherokee name meaning �morning star�, the planet-goddess of love & beauty, Venus. According to Immanuel Velikovsky, the planet Venus was once a brilliant comet, and the celestial vision of this luminous body with its trailing tail of fire was the origin of many myths, including the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl, as well as Lucifer (�light bringer� or �morning star�), the dragon of heaven.� Margarita, derived from Greek (margarites) meaning "pearl".� Pearls were associated with dragons throughout ancient myths and legends. Early Chinese civilization considered black pearls a symbol of wisdom and believed they were formed within a dragon's head. Once full-grown, the pearls were carried between the dragon's teeth. The ancients believed the "pearl" symbolized the most precious treasure; Wisdom.� Saint Margaret, the patron of pregnancy and expectant mothers, was martyred at Antioch in the 4th century. Legends told of her escape from a dragon, with which she was often depicted in medieval art.�

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Born of a virgin (with a little help from modern science), on the Autumnal Equinox, under the first visible light of the dark Moon, Sister Aloria�s life has defied adversity and been defined by a constant stream of miracles. Her powers of clairsentience and precognitive dreaming were inherited through her maternal lineage and honed through rigorous meditation at the easel, eventually resulting in the ability to shape reality and create portals. Her tapasya began at a young age, culminating in a Pagan ritual of self-immolation on the beach of Port Coal-borne, in which she threw herself into a fire and miraculously survived, being subsequently baptized in the Lake Eerie area of "The Great Lakes Triangle� (which, despite being 16 times smaller, accounts for more disappearances than the infamous Bermuda Triangle).� After this phoenix-like rebirth, she met her beloved, David Heskin (whose name literally means �beloved, kin of god�) and Venus and Mars were joined in mystic union, forming a new Mercurial super-artist, capable of completing large canvases in a single brushstroke. In addition to obscure painting techniques, she now studies the art of alchemy (both literally and metaphysically), and uses her superpowers for good (mostly).� Incidentally, Sister Aloria Margarita has discovered an alchemical process to refine the cure for enlightenment (discovered by Sister Caritas Auraculus Karate) into a potent yet tasty elixir, effective for dispelling demons, summoning courage, and performing other occult rituals. In honor of the pentacular orbit of Venus, it contains 5 ingredients.
Xatherin, ight Sponge

Tree of Life
Brad Pitt featuring
I Don't Know
She Ate Them
swallowed and chewed
swallowed and sucked
and chewed
mastica bien
no comas chiquilla
con esa boca abierta
illuminations are mistaken
for rational answers
She ate The Allegory
of the
What Is Left
Without Light
Nothing
a magnanimous night
She felt
in the unpredictable dark
shadows of irrational raz�n
She came in a type of light
She came in the occluded
edges of a brightened obelisk
conflated by white picket
borders in her dark
curls the forbidden
corridors of sunless
shoveled into five hundred
methods of silence
and watered down
a spate of sorrows
with a whitewash
with diffusion
with out shadows
Sister Sage
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Through my work I aim to shatter the �illusion of separation�, to challenge the viewer to question, and evolve out of ignorance, conditioning and ingrained genetic habits. In life I strive to take responsibility for the effect of my existence, and through my actions and images, inspire others to think/dream beyond their immediate capacity. Ultimately I seek to create portals that open to the infinite possibilities of being and expressing, so that we may remember and re-discover who we are, where we originate from and where we are headed. My aspiration is to paint messages, visions and narratives that communicate with an �older & wiser us�, awakening ancient memory; as well as the �present us�, that we may grow up and accept the responsibilities towards ourselves, each other and the rest of existence on this planet� now :)
Sister Luna Mercurius Texeicharona

A novitiate of the Temple of the Burning Questions since birth (although the questions didn�t actually generate sufficient heat for more than occasional marshmallow or weenie roasting until adolescence), baptized in the cool green waters of the Bevera River in 2011, Sister Luna Mercurius Txeicharona (Txeicharona is Fernalese for �woman who paints trees�) is compelled to seek relief for the itch that can't be scratched in liquid or semi-liquid mediums, such as rain, mud, clay, sea water, beach sand, ink, glue, paint, and dance--anything that facilitates psychological shape shifting.
A devotee of line--O Divine aesthetic water-slide!--she delights in playing in the deep end of the pool of Great Mystery, retrieving hidden pieces of the puzzle of creation (�Where does all this cool stuff come from?!!�) and tantalizing the psyche with glimpses of the invisible link between what is, what is becoming, and what could be--which, as it turns out, is often accessible thru the tip of a pen or brush, or little altars that spontaneously arise in her habitat, a mutable assemblage of natural and hand-crafted wonders.
A consummate practitioner of the art of intention, Sister Txeicharona, is continuing her studies of metaphysical horticulture at Myndscaping, with a heavy emphasis in intuition and ecstatic synchronicities.
Sister Txeicharona is easily identified by her arboreal stature and the camera in her hand, a sure sign that she is offering prayers of thanks for the boundless beauty she sees in you and everyone else in the room... also, she makes amazing shortbread and pecan cookies.
Our Lady Hightower
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Lady Hightower works to restore the balance of feminine and masculine in the universe. Being much closer to the heavens (by sheer size), she communicates with/ through/ for this energy with ease. Inspired by divine femininity, earth, minerals, motherhood, lactation, Lilith, She Wolf, plants, the sun and the moon, Hightower creates visual art for the masses.
Mother Inferior Maria Discordia Loca

MOTHER INFERIOR MARIA DISCORDIA LOCA ('La Loquita' or 'La Loquaxilla'), 33rd degree (Moderately Unhinged), was once a lively and inspirational nun who, after a vision of the Incessantly Talking Cross of the Archangel Mildred, devoted her life to Art, Unchastity and Intemperance. She bears the cross as a sign of this vision, wrapping it in a cloth so as to drown out its constant chattering, only uncovering it to deliver rambling narratives which have attracted disciples from around the world.
Her sudden and unexpected diatribes are held by some to contain a rarefied and abstract wisdom: recent favourities have included such diverse themes as rights for the 'hallucinatorily-challenged', society's need for a giant electronic mobile dog, and her thesis that the Plantagenet kings of England were secretly turtles from the planet Venus.
Others, however, express relief that she has now taken to seclusion in a squalid hovel on the summit of a rain-sodden English moor, being allowed out only on special occasions, such as when she has run out of vodka. The occasional visitor seeks her out nonetheless, and her increasingly-fractured sermons have left many feeling simultaneously violated and enlightened. The Church now insists on exorcisms for anyone spending longer than a week in her company.
�A bloody awful storyteller...� - Catholic Daily Herald �Listen to those screams, she's at it again...� - Yorkshire Evening Post �Pass this point at your own risk. The last three were never found...� - Sign on the edge of moorland in the local village
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