Open Letter

Updated 2/11/06

Greetings

Well, this page has needed updating for some time now!

In about two to three weeks, we'll be moving to a small town about 25 miles Southwest of Alexandria Louisiana (that's about 275 miles west of New Orleans).

Our time in the Crescent City has run its course. I wanted to leave in 2004, but..... Now, in 2006, the aftermath of Katrina has changed the scope of the land forever. The New Orleans we came to know and love exists no more. Actually, it was changing prior to the storm. The hurricane was merely the exclamation point on the end of a long sentence.

We had a good run here. 16 years out of 26. Not too shabby! Thousands of souls have passed through our doors and have hopefully come away with something special to remember this place by. I will always love this city and this house. For within both I have the fondest and happiest memories of my entire life. And, no matter how the city changes, those memories remain unsullied.

Where one chapter ends, another begins. The Azrael Project continues as the Westgate...goes West. The place we're moving to, believe it or not, is even larger than what we have here in N.O., plus we have 15 acres of undeveloped, treed land to explore and ponder. There are no zoning restrictions as it is "rural property", so we can do with it what we please. It will take us a while to redecorate as the whole damn town is stuck in the 70's. Now, as much as I love and remember the 70's, the decor is something that should have been forgotten a loooong time ago. But heck, when we came to New Orleans, all of the walls were painted piss yellow and we got rid of that post-haste. So, just give us some time to reinvent and recreate the NEW Westgate. Keep tuned to our forum for all the latest updates, and if they're slower in coming than normal, please pardon us as we are without broadband and subject to the whims of nature as satellite is our ONLY internet option (with a dial-up back-up, of course for those foggy morns). But, at least we can blast our stereos once again without reprisal from the neighbors two feet away! You think the wild-life will mind a dose of metal now and then?

Keep y'all posted! And, thank you ALL for the past 26 years. Only time will tell what's next.......

Amorte!

Leilah Wendell

A Necromancer's Prayer

Ad tu, deditio meus cor, meus amina, meus credo.
ea id cum fides ille cado in tuus potens ala
ea id cum amor ille offero calix de meus cor-
bibo profundis de meus vita ille licet cognosco altitudos
de flumen de oblivio et memoria.
ea id sine timor et cum desiderium verus
ille osculum tuus tranquillus, frigus oris
prudens ille hic memoria volo esse meus ultimas.

(English Translation)

To thee, I surrender, my heart, my soul, my trust.
It is with Faith that I fall into your mighty wings.
It is with love that I offer up the chalice of my heart,
Drink deep of my life that I might know the depths
of the river of Forgetfulness and Memory.
It is without fear and with true desire
that I kiss your still, cold lips
knowing that this memory shall be my last

Copyright by Leilah Wendell