Amethyst's Offerings

It’s interesting what I come across when I least expect it.  I’m just dropped these gifts into my lap, sometimes for the chuckle, and sometimes to stop and take a good look at what people are actually saying or thinking these days.  Such was the conversation of this morning.

A woman not on my friend list anymore(can’t remember if she removed herself or I did in my culling, but no matter),asked a damned good question today.

Her question: if you are of an intuitive nature and knew that someone was attacking you, affecting your ability to support yourself which is proven by events, but because you are intuitive you know that it is due to mental health issues, would you attack back? would you just put up protection? or would you let it go because they are not acting in sound mind? would really like to know what my sisters and brothers think on this one.
She got several responses.

 I believe in defense only…..if done right harm is reflected back on the aggressor

I just don’t sense that kind of energy in you; your own beautiful strength, power – and most of all love – will be more than enough protection. Stay in your heart center, trust the Goddess and your own instincts. One time, and one time only….. I acted foolishly and attacked back. Oh, how I regret this.

Protect, block, pray for them to stop. people who do these things to you need prayer and healing to stop, not only protects/helps you, but their other targets.

you are a wise woman. How true! The more we can heal these kinds of people as they cross our paths, the more we clear things for the collective.

 however, when one is feeling persecuted or attacked, it’s harder to realize, especially if it’s affecting loved ones as well. This is something I carry with me from Catholic grade school… The nuns taught us that those who feel inferior will point out flaws in others in order to draw attention from themselves to others as a self protection… the root of bullying is either that or realiation for feeling jealous of another that is causing them to feel hurt, either way, prayer for them, that their guardian angel will heal their heart and guide them to treat others bettter is the best defense because it impedes their destructive behavior to everyone, including themselves… Peace, love, light, protection to you, <redacted>, and guidance of the divine to your attacker, so that they may feel the love and peace that they need, in order to stop doing harm to others! (goes on to call for group prayer/intent, and adds a rider to divert intent to one of her problems as well.)

This seriously made me spit my coffee across the keyboard as I read it…totes waste  of nectar of the gods. But it also started a conversation between myself and my friend about the fluffy world these people live in as well as what would actually be some REAL advice for the OP.   So I decided to provide that answer here in my personal space as to how I feel about it personally.

Dear OP,
My personal opinion is that one must ALWAYS protect yourself from those who would send the negative to your doorstep.  But there are levels of that protection.  And there are other things to consider as well.  Is this family?  The reality is that there will always be conflict in a familial setting, and it will always have spill over.  Is it time to walk away or simply accept that it is what it is and find a simple way of dealing with the issues.  Are the offenders really having mental issues or claiming to do so?  Is this a habitual thing with them or just a once in a while thing?  All these issues need to be addressed before deciding upon a course of action.

Now, on to the protection steps.  Simple protection can be shields you erect yourself , simple workings that deny them access to you.  Understand that the word simple doesn’t imply that just anyone can construct these types, its just that they require less work(imho).
The next type of protection can be a thurasiz type of working.  It has a bit of a pricking by the thorns placed that keep others out, and yet do not necessarily cause them a great deal of harm.  Sort of a “trespassers can and will be shot” sort of thing.  The last part of protection is more aggressive and requires knowledge by those who have no problems with stepping across boundaries or on others to achieve it. It is an all out “I AM SO KICKING YOUR FUCKING ASS” kind of thing, and is not for the faint of heart.  I reserve this for those habitual offenders who have nothing better to do than stick their noses into my affairs.  ;).

So you see dear OP, there should be quite a bit of thought given to this issue. It has many issues that need answered first before you begin.
Deuces

So…why did none of those “love and lighters” give her any such advice?  Why all the fluff about “love” and group hugs and the absolute  adage that “aggressive” magic not be employed?  I call bullshit!  BULLSHIT!  All of you that “answered” are so full of it, I’m absolutely positive that you have never wrought any sort of protection working that has worked even if your very life depended upon it!!!   Instead you keep repeating verbatim what every fluff I have ever had the misfortune to come across says.  Peace, love and light.  Those are all admirable qualities, but they do not apply to all situations.  And for the “no aggressive magic(k)” be used…wtf… Even if you blew on a dandelion to make a wish, you just blew that weed to hell. Seriously.  If at any time you use any kind of working to keep people from harming you or just kicking their ass..you have been “aggressive”.   I prefer to think of it as more pro active in my practice, but to the fluff, they think its all white light and rainbows.  Seriously. Start looking in the mirror and be honest with yourself.  If someone broke into your home either to take things that belong to you or to harm you or your family, you would damned well protect yourself! So why all the bullshit with your use of magic?  Maybe if enough of ya’ll start being a little more honest, we MIGHT just cut down on the ignorance and fluff.  Just a thought.

I don’t remember the first time I saw it.  It just seemed to have always been around.  I picked up the carton, and turned it around to look once again at the picture there.  Black and white, grainy..not my best obviously, wonder why they didnt use a better picture?  Still  it’s myself looking back at me.  How long has it been I wondered.  I have lost track of time since I fell off the grid.  Maybe they recycle these photos I think…Surely they can’t still be looking for me after all this time.    I can barely remember what it was like to be locked in with the mundane world with all its putrid vile energy coming at me from all sides.  The side stepping of those who think its all fun and games to keep trying to peer over boundary fences grows tiring all the time, so I had no choice really but  to remove myself and walk into the world of the missing, hiding in plain sight.  In the beginning, it was a little more difficult, with people wandering around carrying their photos of me going around and asking others “Have you seen this here witch?  I’ve looked all over tarnation for her”.  Always receiving a negative answer.  They sigh in exasperation and move on to ask again and again. It’s relatively easy enough to place that answer into someone’s consciousness and sit back in the shadows to watch the show.  Disguises are relatively simple as well, but they hardly seem necessary now.  Being among the missing has been freeing actually.  Less expectations are placed upon you by others, such as those who feel they have the right to ask, no..demand that you “help” right their world.  It gives one the space to breathe and reconnect to a place that seems to have lost its balance.  How long will I continue to sit and watch?  Well, I can’t rightly say…yet.  It could be just a short spell, or it could be a longer piece.  Either way its amusing to me to watch the scurrying of vermin seeking those they think might help them find the missing witch.

Hey!  Ya’ll seen a witch come this way?  N  O………

So, I’ve been thinking.    yeah..those who know me well are undecided at the moment  whether or not they should sit and watch with a bowl of popcorn or hide from what is surely about to hit the fan.  But anyway, I was watching a conversation about the use of personal things in ritual work, such as urine, menstrual blood etc.  Some were repulsed, others not so much.  So being my opionated self, I decided to delve into this.

So let’s go into a little background about using menses in ritual work.  Many traditions from Taoists to the Egyptians involved the ingestion of menstrual blood mixed with red wine to increase spiritual power.  The Ancient Greeks included the mixing of menses with corn and spreading it upon the ground to increase fertility.    The Ogala Sioux traditionally had purification ceremonies for a girl to be consecrated as a Holy woman to be revered by the whole tribe. Some aboriginal people use this as a basis of women’s magic which makes it damn important.   At one time a woman’s “moontime” was considered to be when she was at the height of her power. It coincided with lunar cycles, tides and was considered to be a cosmic event. About  5000 years ago, it was later distorted into a time of “uncleanness” and women were forced to be apart , unable to participate in the preparation of food for men, or participate in ceremonies. It moved away from a spiritual connectedness with the earth and universe and the pendulum swung over to a patriarchal type of religion in which women were considered secondary citizen in many ways.  It began to be considered a time of “curse” because after all in biblical times, Eve was given this as a sign of disobedience to god..she would bleed, her life giving force to be excreted instead of being used to nourish a child within her., once a month unless she became with child.

With all we know of backgrounds , and the fact that many paths work differently, I find it interesting that some would absolutely sneer at the use of personal issue.  I know of some paths who take the “curse” part and use it accordingly.  It works damn well.  Some use it for love spells..now that is one that one should be damned sure you want the other person since this one is powerful enough to connect you to them.  Also it can be used for protection such as urine in a witch bottle.   The part many have to get past I guess is the way they feel about it in their own life.  If they find it inconvenient, or something worse than death(have heard that mentioned before), then they will of course find it unappealing to use in ritual work.  Some feel squeamish at the collection part of it, but in truth, one should be familiar with your body and with its functions so why should you go all childish at the thought of taking something natural and using it? Many consider it waste, since it is flushed from the body as it were , but I find that even though it’s not being used as was its original intent , it still holds the nutrients that it would have used to nourish a child.  It’s not for everyone I know, much the same way that the use of animal sacrifice or bones are not.  Some do not practice much more than the use of herbs, candles or incense (if at all) so to venture off their strict (and for me limiting) path fills them with a sense of revulsion.  But magic is messy, somewhat smelly and definitely limitless if one but chooses to embrace other areas.  What it really comes down to is how you want to infuse yourself into your working.  What you feel about yourself.  Much has been made about exclusion of self..whether it be bodily functions, parts of self such as nails, hair because of cultural beliefs, personal preferences, religious views and just general view of their own path they walk.  To my own thinking as I walk my path, that limits how I choose to work. It’s the same for me as someone saying they could never curse because they don’t harm others.  I call bullshit because I am sure they are not perfect people and somewhere at some time have been cruel to someone with their actions or speech.  Kind of blows that out of the water huh?  So when someone says they could never use bodily fluids in workings, I kind of want to ask them just WHAT do they use when they kick?  Why would you not use something so intensely personal to hex someone or protect yourself? I myself have no problem with it but I can understand that it is not for everyone.  Some just can’t get past that societal squeamishness that infuses their belief system.  But even if you choose to not include it, at least give the same respect you would wish for others to offer you at your offerings.  To equate them as something such as mucous snot(which is a by product of cold or allergies btw, not a bodily function that occurs as a natural cycle) is more than a little insulting to those who choose to accept such functions as a normal process of their path.  I would expect better of my peers. I demand better of my friends because respect is a two way street. I think as adults we can concede that we will not agree on everything, nor should we. But we can accept that we all have our own beliefs, practices without speaking without thought and trod on others because of our revulsion, beliefs, or prejudices. For me, that is my personal line in the sand.  I may not understand how you work or believe, but I will respect your right to do so.  I just ask the same from others.

 

tempête parfaite

I am Elsewhere.  I recognize this because this is unfamiliar to me.  Usually when I travel it’s to places that I know pretty well, but this garden, I have never seen before.  It is elegant and lush but has a wildness to it that in the mundane I would probably enjoy, but since this isn’t a place I know, I am on guard.  I get the feeling of not being alone and look over my shoulder and see Dav.  WTF? Why am I here with him and not his brother?  Corwvyn had another mission he tells me and will meet us on the other side.  Wait. WTH are we doing here and why, I demand to know.  Dav smiles…I need your help, and asked others who said you could do this.  It never occurred for you to ask me?   He shook his head..I needed their permission anyways.  Well FUCK! We walk through the garden for a bit, speaking little because I rarely speak when I’m pissed and I was more than a little ticked off that my services would be offered without someone letting me know beforehand.  The thought of visitor in the glen comes to me, but I push that away..because why should he care what this elf does? Suddenly Dav turns and speaks..Look, it does me no good for you to be mad at me and not speak.  I guess I should have gotten a message to you explaining, but there really wasn’t time in my schedule to do so.  I glare at him and quietly tell him that I have no need to speak to do as he asks of me, so can we just move on with whatever the fuck this is.  He shakes his head and begins walking again.  Soon he stops me with a raise of his hand and we peer through a vine that is more like  a screen concealing what appears to be civilization ahead of us.  It is a stone courtyard and in the middle are 3 poles.  There are people milling around, dressed in their finery as if they are attending a party of sorts or some matinee.  Just past the poles sits a castle commons complete with a balcony overlooking the whole area.  I look at Dav who is staring intently with his jaw clenched.  A crowd of people soon appear on that balcony.  Someone who looks like a priest in their resplendent red robe, some sort of cabinetry people and then she appears.  The queen herself in red dress that to me looks her makes her look like she was dressing for the prom and failed..miserably, but I’m guessing I am not here to critique her attire.  As she appears, the people who had been milling around begin to clap and call her name…Aaryana.  I look towards Dav again but see I will get no help from him for explanations because he looks like a keg of dynamite about to explode.    I sigh and turn back to watch the scene play out in front of me.  A gesture is made for the people to quiet and at once they do so.  Well trained I think sarcastically. Aaryana begins to speak.  As you all know, she begins, we have had trouble with some that refuse to accept that our way is best for the people.  They have caused us nothing but trouble and I have decided that I will get their attention quickly. I will prove to them that to not fall into line will only bring them pain.  She gestures…bring forth the prisoners.  I watch as I see a woman with two small children led forth with shackles around their necks connected by chain and their hands behind their backs.    I am incredulous.  How could someone do that to children I want to know.  The heat from Dav is growing and I know that if he continues, it will blow, so I touch his arm.  Be easy.  It will do them no good for you to be so angry that you cannot think through your plan and bring it to fruition. He nods, and continues to watch.  We watch as we lead the prisoners to the center of the square and stop them in front of the poles. The woman speaks to the children gently trying to ease their fear at being treated in such a horrible manner. The guards remove the shackles one by one and tie each one to a pole facing the queen.  She is smiling , leering really as if she cannot wait to taste their blood.  This is all for show I realize, because she would have preferred to killed them instantly and dine on their entrails, but I realize she is after a bigger prize and he stands beside me.  Your family I ask him?  Yes, he says quietly.  My wife, Dressia, my son Kal and my daughter Davla. How old are the children I ask. Three summers he tells me.  I sigh heavily.  I understand why I am here now.  Not because Dav could not handle this with others, but because of the children.  So, what is the plan I ask?  We wait for now he says.  So again I turn my attention back to the scene at hand where once again the mad queen speaks.  This is the enemy she tells those of her court.  Seeds of those who would thwart our cause.  One who gives life to those seeds.  Jebus I think to myself, she is fucking crazy with her desire to kill children. The queen continues.  We have placed them here as a reminder to those who continue to fight against us that we can and will hold their hearts in our hands and devour it without mercy.  I see movement, just a glimmer .  Maybe I was mistaken because it is no longer there.  I shake my head, but then closer to the poles still, I see a familiar face.  Corwvyn! So he is on the inside.  I realize that he is not alone because I see other elves placed here and there among those milling in the courtyard accepting as gospel everything the mad woman says.  Why did I not notice them before?  They lifted the veil says Dav.  I look at him and he grins.  Corwvyn is right…you think loudly when trying to find order.  I laugh softly..yes I do.  I also tend to forget that I don’t have to speak to convey thought here.  So we watch.  I see Corwvyn and a couple of the others move closer to the poles and he places a finger to his lips so that the prisoners do not give them away.  As soon as they are close enough, Dav touches my arm..Come this way.  We move as quietly as we can toward the courtyard cloaked in a type of silver fog that seems to roll in from nowhere.  I see the queen frown at the apparent marring of her perfect tableau and hear her ask someone beside her what is happening.  They don’t seem to know either. We manage to slip in beside the others and I see a knife shine as it removes the bindings.  Carry her I am told as the girl is placed in my arms.  She feels so light, like a feather really and I can see that her features are perfect with her piercing grey eyes and silver hair. Are you hurt I ask her and she shakes her head no. I see that others also have a captive and then we move not back from where we had come from but forward toward the castle entrance.  Why are we moving inside I wonder.  We have to enter the ground floor to go back through the main gate someone tells me.  I wonder again why nobody has chased us yet and again receive an answer that the fog itself has a confusion agent and while others can see what is taking place, they do not comprehend why it is doing so or have a need to stop it.  Damn good stuff I think, I could use some of that. I hear a chuckle from Corwvyn.  You have plenty of other things at your disposal he tells me.  So off we move into the castle.  And stopped.  The Queen who was above the fog could see it, but because she was not in it, still has an ability to think. NO!!!! she screeches.  I swear she could have cracked windshields with that yell.  I see her advisers behind her as if they do not think for themselves, and probably do not. You cannot leave she yells at Dav who sneers at her and tells her that if she moves to stop him, he will remove her heart while she yet breathes.  Aaryana blanches to a paler shade of white which would be almost transparent if that was possible. It’s as if she knows that she just may have gone too far in the fight against her brother.  Wait.  Brother? I see the resemblance between them now and wonder just wth have I been pulled into now. We are allowed to leave and I hear her yell as we do so that this is not over.  Dav turns with his arm around his wife, and says,  Aaryana, hear this today..we are no longer family.  I curse the day you were born for here after.  I curse everything that is your life.  I will dance upon your funeral pyre and if I ever have the opportunity to do so, will be the one to bring that demise about.  He then turns and gathers us our group and we move to the door which opens at his command.   I hear the arrow before it comes into view.  Although it was not meant for me, the aim is untrue and before I let it hit the child I put my left hand up where it grazes it and falls silent upon the cold stone floor.  Corwvyn is beside me at once.  You all right he asks? I look at my hand and see only a small red mark so reassure him that I am. I look back at the queen who has a bow in her hand who is trying to load another arrow.  Definitely NOT part of her training I think.  Davla I tell the child..I know you can do this, but probably have not done so before but I need you to think with me, direct that thought toward the bow.  As we do, there is a silver stream of energy directed at the bow itself which disintegrates within Aaryana’s hands.  She looks confused then looks at me and the others.  A realization flits across her face and I see a myriad of emotions, anger, confusion, fear.  This is NOT finished, she repeats yet again. It is today says Corwvyn as he directs me and the child out the door.  We move quickly without looking back and soon I find us back in a small secluded camp.  I place my charge down who runs to her parents and they all cling to each other.  I sit talking quietly with Corwvyn and we are soon joined by his brother.  I cannot thank you enough Dav begins.  But I did nothing I tell him, but carry your daughter.  He smiles.  Ahh but you did.  I always knew that Davla was special from the day she arrived.  She has those powers that are born to a witch, but I had no idea how to show her that. You did today.  I only directed her thoughts I said.  She did as I asked and I didn’t doubt that she could do it.  Nor did I said Dav.  She will need some instruction of course, but I needed for her and others to see that she is not powerless.  Crazy I think to myself as Dav once again rejoins his family.  Corwvyn entertains me of family stories of growing up with their sister and of the family keep which is where we were. He then tells me of family history that tells of  one who holds power within that will become a leader to her people.  So Dav thinks his daughter is the one I ask? Her birth was at the right timing of conjunction of planets and moons he tells me, as well as the qualities she displayed early on and then the connection with you today reaffirms his beliefs.  I shrug.  That is a lot of responsibility thrust upon one so young I say.  She will be taught, but also allowed to grow he tells me.  She is loved as their child not only as a leader of her people.  Come, I will take you back to the bridge where Brin waits for you.   We say our farewell’s and make our way to the bridge where indeed Brin does await my return.  Thanks for the help Shae he says.  I’ll come see you soon and we can hang out.  He gives me a hug then walks back across the bridge.  I am tired I tell Brin, let’s go home.  I am soon lying in my bed, and think..wait.  I should be sound asleep, not feel like I am still awake and traveling.  My hand throbs and I look at it.  Holy shit!  It has turned black!  WTH was that arrow tipped with?  I get my phone and take a picture to send to a friend who might have an answer.  As soon as I hit send it seems as if I have a response.  Sit tight I am told, we are on our way.  Wait.  Who is we I wonder.  I feel so tired and wonder when my friend will arrive and soon I hear her voice in my ear.  I’m here.  Let me look .  I feel her lift my hand but do not open my eyes because it seems to take too much effort.  I hear someone else speak.  I don’t know the voice, but it seems familiar if that even makes sense, and it says that I have been poisoned and need to have it flushed from my system immediately.  As the voice keeps speaking, I seem to drift away from it melting into nothingness which concerns my friend, and yet the voice picks me up as if I am nothing but air and tells her and Brin to follow him.  I do not know where we went, nor what occurred as the vileness is removed from my body.  I do know that where I awoke was not a place that I am not familiar with except for being told of it. I open my eyes and look around.  My friend sits near with worry in her eyes, and Brin also hovers close.  Ya’ll know that I’m fine right I tell them.  You weren’t about a day ago says my friend, so excuse the hell out of us for sitting here a little bit worried and a whole lot pissed. I laugh because I know that her anger is her release over the worry and confusion.  I’m sorry I made you worry.  I certainly had no clue that anything was wrong, but I do know that a certain queen is about to be handed her ass before long.  Indeed says my friend, but that belongs to another day.  Thank you for the help .  I did nothing, but guide my “friend” to you and it was he who knew what was right to do.  Thank him too I say.  I will pass along your message although I’m sure he will say as I do that no thanks are necessary. Brin will take you home now so you can get some real rest, and I will catch up with you later.  I am carried along in Brin’s capable arms, and tucked in safe and warm where I fall into a deep dreamless sleep and awake this morning tired somewhat but reviewing certain details in my mind.  I know now that the work spoken of before has a definite detail now of instruction and guidance and that it may or may not come with dangers that I am now more aware of.  Tomorrow I will go back to the spiders and we will make up a plan of action.  In the mean time I am grateful for those in my life that while they do not always understand my path, are still willing to stand beside me and help when and where they can.

 

 

tempête parfaite

I am falling into nothingness and land softly in a familiar place.  I feel the fire’s heat warming my bones which seem to stay cold as I travel between.  I can smell the herbs on the fire filling me with their peace and overwhelming sense of home.  I feel Brin’s presence nearby. It makes me smile, then frown as I sit up and survey the private glen that gives us refuge when I just want some alone time.  Why am I here?  I know things have been little over the top at times, but haven’t felt the need to come here or go to the swamp as of yet.  Seeing my confusion Brin smooths back my hair, and hums softly.  She tells me that I will be having a visitor arrive soon and he requested a private place to meet that would not draw undo attention. A visitor?  Jebus! who would dare have the balls to invade what is a private sanctuary? Then I smell the unmistakable smell of cigar and spiced rum. WTF!?! Here? He would come here? Shit! What in the hell have I done now? “Nothing” he tells me with a laugh.  “Sit”, he said motioning back to the log where I had been perched.  It is only then that I realize I had stood up as he came through the entryway.  I sit back down.  “To what do I owe the honor”? I ask.  It is a time before I hear an answer.  My visitor lights his pipe, pours himself a drink which seems to have materialized from thin air.  I wait. And I wait.  It seems like an eternity passes and my patience is wearing thin.  I want to yell at him “Out with it!” Finally when it seems as if I can’t stand it any longer, he smiles and winks.  “Patience is a virtue I have heard”, he says chuckling.  I roll my eyes, and shake my head at his little joke.  “Since when have you known me to be patient about anything where you are concerned,” I retort.  Throwing his head back, he roars with laughter.  “Agreed”.  “But you are learning to stay quiet on the outside even if inside you are screaming for those to speak”.  Now it’s my turn to laugh and agree with his statement.  Again I wait.  Surely he didn’t come to just hang out with me.  “Why could I not ma petit”? he asks.  I shake my head smiling.  He laughs.  “I came to speak about your traveling plans”.  Traveling plans?  I don’t have those, although to be honest, I often don’t make a plan when I drift in the in between..I just show up.  “There are things happening that you are aware of on the peripheral, but now will be asked to join en force , so I came to make sure you understand what is being asked of you and the need to protect yourself even more”.  I understand the protection part.  I’ve been feeling the pull of the spiders.  Another layer of webs are indeed to be in the works.I nod slowly.  So…am I to travel soon I wonder.  “We are patient”, he says.  “You will begin work soon on the protections: he says as he looks over at Brin who nods.  Great I think..Another trip to the otherworld among snarky spiders.  My visitor laughs, “You should get along amazingly well with snarky spiders” he says.  I grin.  Well perhaps, but I think one in particular has me beat in that department.  So…he has come here to tell me protect myself and get ready to work.  Lawd…what DO I get myself into at times.  Again he laughs loudly.  “Cher, you are so easy to read, and your comments make me smile, but you know and have always known what is required.  “.  I sigh and cup my hands around the glass that seems to have just appeared.  “You know drinking with you gets me into a lot of shit”, I tell him laughing, but I bring the glass to my lips anyway.  To hell with playing it safe..well as safe as some would like me to walk.  So we sit and talk of things that was, things to come and those that might be.  I feel energized and awake as I realize that I really have been dragging my feet.  “Thanks for being patient”, I tell him with a rueful smile.  “Things happen as they are meant to and in their own timing.” he tells me.  He drains his glass and stands to leave.  “I will see you again soon” he tells me, reaches out to brush my face.  And then as quickly as he arrived, he is gone.  I sit quietly, drinking the rum, feeling its smooth spiciness warm me from the inside out.  I look at Brin.  “You knew he was coming”? I ask.  She nods.  Well of course she did,  I tell myself.  NOBODY gets near without her consent.  “You could have warned me”, I tell her gently.  She laughs.  “Ma petit, what would you have done..panicked? Non.  He comes as he does, so you can speak to him as an equal, not as a child who is afraid of  spooky tales or putting yourself out on the edge for others”.  Oh. Well, there is that.  He has already spoken about the equal part which boggles my mind.  It’s hard to wrap my head around really, but I’m learning.  So Brin and I sit staring into the fire, and I find myself becoming drowsy.  No wonder really since the alcohol combined with the energy of my visitor, I feel like I’ve been awake for days.  I find myself being held closely and hear the familiar song that reassures me that the world is as it should be.  I’ll check with the spiders later I think.  “Indeed” says Brin who pauses only momentarily in her soothing me into a restful sleep.  I drift off to sleep, thinking as I do that I have work to do….later.

 

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