Sometimes one just has to burn it all down and begin again. Those who create, either with words or physical medium understand that sometimes what we wrought is not exactly what we intended. So it has been for me as of late. Nothing I’ve tried has been of any use to me other than to frustrate the hell out of me and to stress me further than the week in hell has done. I’ve not had the patience to sit and take up my threads which actually fills me with peace as I see what develops, I can’t write..well I have, but that sucked as those who chose to see them took them, picked them apart to the carcass and decided what they meant instead of what was the intent. Dismay did not even begin to cover how I felt. It’s almost like seeing a masterpiece desecrated in the name of “improving” it. Contributed to my monumental headache. What to do? Shake my head, say fuck them and their biased closed minds and close that avenue of posting because who cares , right? This. This..This…is my safe haven that I have actually neglected for the other site, and I almost feel guilty because of that. A dear friend provided this safe haven where I can come and clear my head without asshats chiming in unless I care to allow them to do so. Sanctuary. It’s being provided to me on every level. I’ve been to see Maman, who as always soothes my spirit. Brin is close by, singing me to sleep to help me rest. George and Mr. Kitty, they hunt those who dare to spew their crap this direction…and me? I sit and watch the flames from within the circle I have created. They climb higher and higher, burning blue, red and orange. Little sparks snap into the air as if creating a song of the heart. All that is too be removed is being done, so there isn’t much to do except watch the flames burn. And maybe have a drink 🙂
Grow up Peter Pan
Ok, show of hands, who has refused to become adult? Plenty of us I dare say, but there comes a time in life when we simply MUST step up to the plate and deal with things on an adult level.
I have problems with those people who refuse to either accept responsibility for their actions, or make excuses for those around them. You know the type that when they are stressed beyond belief and those who are involved in their lives, wont do jack to help alleviate some of that and the excuse is”well, they work hard”, or “I just didn’t want to bother them”.. Or those who claim a “close relationship” with family and yet cannot tell them they are on that last damn nerve. Why not? You rant, vent about it to others on social media all the time and yet you don’t want to stand up and voice that complaint to the person who could help? Why do you stay in child mode and not speak up as the professed “adult” you are? Makes no sense to me. I also take issue with those who are stuck in child mode. Ya’ll have seen them..the ones who purposely mispronounce words that as an adult they should damn well know or speak with a babyish sing song voice that nobody over the age of three uses.They have a tendency to repeat verbatim things other people spout off and yet do not even consider just how stupid it sounds coming out of their mouth. They refuse to admit it even and still carry a simplified child like view of the world. You know, just little FYI..life isn’t all black and white..there are shades of gray when one seeks to walk within reality and colors galore when you expand your view.
Believe me, there are days when this adult would readily join the six year old who lives with me and back the rest of the world the fuck off , but I think I might have been born into this lifetime old so the ancient journey still continues and I have things that require my attention, both in the mundane as well as Elsewhere. I don’t have time to whine and bitch(although I do sometimes to people who allow me to do so when that need arises). Mostly I vent via this blog and shake my head at all the children I seem to encounter lately. maybe I’m going to be older that I realized on my quickly approaching birthday? Or maybe it’s all those lessons I’ve been forced to listen to from those who guide my steps. I can’t honestly say for sure. what I do know is that I am getting damned tired of those who refuse to grow the hell up. so for those of you who cross my path and still want to pretend you are in Neverland…word of warning..i might be inclined to help you get there. 🙂
Be an adult dammit
So social media has rage triggers for me, most of which I am proud to say I can walk away from, or find a way to channel it elsewhere. Other times…well…not so much. Such as today.
In a pagan group I am a member of, I was reading where someone had had one of “those” type people come to her door with a small child and prompted him to give her one of their religious pamphlets. She politely tells him “no thank you” and closes the door. Others have commented that they would offer pagan literature to said child, although they played it off as a joke. My question is what pagan literature? Many things written out there, so what would one offer as truth about an umbrella term that covers lot of traditions and faiths? Others say they would look the child in the eye and tell them “people really hate it when people such as yourself come to the door like this”. Really? Give the child a distorted self image of himself at 3? Seriously..this will happen without your help as he grows into that faith …his brain washing that it is his “duty” to convert and save those who do not believe as he does. It’s what he is taught and the faith he is indoctrinated in.. Others still say they would tell the child “your mother is wrong for making you do this”. OMDayum people! This is a small child who emulates his parents, loves them and you really want to be the asshat to tell him they are “bad”? My problem is that some adults are focused on the child, who did nothing more ,after prompting from his mother , than to hand out a damn pamphlet. I dont agree with the religion or its tenets, but I am almost certainly NOT going to speak to the child and tell him how stupid I find his parent for bringing him to a stranger’s doorstep..that will be reserved for them . First, it is not their job to “save” me, no matter what lies they have been served. Second, there is no unseen god that will reach down and protect them from harm should they find themselves on the doorstep of someone in the throes of a manic state, drug induced paranoia or worse yet, some pedophile intent on gaining that child’s trust. This is not the 40’s..time has move on and people have no respect for one another let alone their fellow man(yes I am a cynic in that belief). I will simply not allow their crown to gain any pearls from being berated, but simply hand them the brush that hangs by the door to wipe the dust from their feet and trouble themselves not about the condition of my soul. I get a lot of pissed off looks, but its effective.
What bothers me so much is the vitriol directed at the children that through no fault of their own are born into faiths that require absolute obedience to family, god, cultural doctrines. And yet other adults feel the need to judge and berate them for doing as they have been trained to do. In this day and time, I see people who are rude to adults, but what gives one the right to be that way with children? What gives people the right to teach their children its perfectly ok to speak rudely to their elders? I know I’m from another time and raised with another set of manners than a lot, but elders are to be respected even if one disagrees and children are to be protected and enjoyed. Even when they are involved in the ignorant things their parents make them do.
So be the adult. Save your crap for the ignorant adult at the door, and do so away from the child…they are exposed to enough shit in their lives. Bid them good day and shut the door. Simple concept really, and less damage inflicted by you onto a child.
Because fuck it, that’s why
Dreams seem to be getting more physical lately..At least I feel them physically when I wake.. such is the case from last night. My jaw is sore and my right shoulder blade feels like the knife is still there. I got a note from a friend. It says “Meet me“. I know the friend, and also know the spot to meet him, so I gather my cloak and go to the In-between. It is dark and I don’t see him as I look around when without warning, I am accosted by 5 armed men. “Hold Swamp witch” said their leader. “Fuck you” is my reply. He approaches with sword in hand and at once I also call mine to me. “You want me, this will not be easy”, I tell him. So the dance of swords begins, I parry and thrust and it looks as if I will win this battle…until I overlook one of the other asshats and he reaches out to clock me in the jaw making me hit the ground. I remember thinking FUCK as I go down. I wake up in a resplendent bedroom wondering where in the hell am I and what happened to my friend. My jaw hurts and I can taste blood. Someone will pay for that one . The door opens and in walks the Queen of my nightmares..Aaryana. Well this explains a great deal I think to myself. “Good , you’re awake”, she says. “You will notice that I didn’t put you in the dungeon again since you’ve proven that would be a waste of time”, she said.”Yeah, thanks for small favors. Just what the fuck do you want this time?”She smiled a smile that does not reach her eyes. Cold hearted bitch, this one. “I want us to work together”, she says. “Not fucking likely”, I tell her. “You have injured your people, harmed children and been vile as hell to your family. Just what makes you think that I would work with someone such as yourself”. She smiled that reptile smile of hers again. “I can make some intriguing offers”, she said. “come and walk with me”. I move a little stiffly from where I had been sitting on the bed and leave the room with her. As we walk through the castle, she begins telling me family history. I do not tell her that I have heard this before from my friend, her brother, Corwvyn. We enter the great room and she bids me to sit on the chair beside her.I do and she tends to her business with people. I see a familiar face in the crowd. One man is from among those rescued from the dungeon. “What is he up to”, I think. He seems me watching him and turns away as if to shield his face. Then it hits me. It is because of him that I am here. I got no message from my friend. I went to where few others knew of, and it is he who started this who shit pile. I look at him and give him a look that says he will be dealt with. He turned a shade of pale and moved from the hall quickly. I am beginning to become impatient for this farce to end. I don’t have long to wait. I hear a great commotion come from the courtyard and someone runs in to tell the Queen that they are under attack. She runs for the balcony..I run for the courtyard. I see more familiar faces. Dag, corwvyn and others are fighting. Dag sees me and yells, “Fight Shae!” No need to tell me twice since I am a seriously pissed off witch, and call my sword to me. We continue to fight until there are no more standing..there are casualties on both sides. The Queen is more pale than at any time I have seen her. She orders help for her men and stares at her brothers. Dag looks at her and tells her that they will speak another time. We all leave without being stopped which is confusing to say the least, and do not stop nor speak until we have reached the sanctuary. Dag stops and looks at me. “Why were you there?”, he asks severely. “You could have cost us our surprise”. Wait..WTF!?!? I could have cost them the advantage? Myself who was tricked into a meeting at a spot few knew of , and I am the recipient of his anger? Oh hell the fuck no! I draw myself up as tall as I can bear to stand since I seem to have suffered a blow to the right shoulder blade and my jaw still hurts like fuck. “Now see here you ass cricket,” I begin. “I am tired of all this being pulled into your shit. First your woulds, then your family, then the damn dungeon and being held hostage is not high on my list of recreation, just a little FYI. I did not intend to be at the castle. I was drawn there by a ruse to meet your brother at the In’between…I have the note”, which I produced for effect. Don’t be standing there accusing me of shit I had no control over nor any part of. As for the fighting with you..you’re welcome, but this will be the last damn time I stand before you because of that bitch”. I see the familiar face in the crowd and tell him. “You want to place blame? Look from within…not all are as they seem to be”. I move to walk off before I really let loose, and feel a hand on my arm. Corwvyn. I look at him. “I am not in the mood to speak to you today. Someone has breached your security at the In-between, and I am through dealing with elves on this level”. He looks at me carefully and finally nods and allows me to proceed. I move across the bridge and see Brin waiting for me. She takes one look at me and gathers me close and we instantly appear on Maman’s porch. “Bring her in here”, says Maman. She hands me a drink that I have grown to love…the coffee with cinnamon, chicory and chocolate laced with potent rum. I lean back in the chair and she begins to tend my wounds, all the while chattering in her french dialect mixed with a language that is familiar but I dont speak. I start to sit up to tell her something, but she pushes me back..”Rest Cher”, she says. My eyes begin to close and when I do open them again, I am in Brin’s arms, held close. I recognize this place. It is her glade. A place I’ve only been to a few times since it is a long journey. I look at her questioningly as I hear the soft sounds of slumber from other dragons around us. “Nobody can come here without permission, and you need to rest and be protected”, she says. I nod and close my eyes again as she sings the song of old that soothes me. I will consider what to do about my friend and his family later, but for now, I will rest.
A new key
“Why is it always so damn cold”, I wonder to myself as I walk down the road. It’s always like this on this road. Darker than midnight and damned cold. I pull my cloak around me tighter willing it to warm me. There are few lights on the road, and those that are lit only provide a weak respite to the black ink that is the sky. I can barely make out shapes in the distance, a tree here, some rocks there. I know that the farther I walk there is an inn that I have stayed in before, but it is still a good distance away. What the hell am I doing out here anyway? Then I see him…well think I do. a ghede who seems to come toward me and then disappears. ” The hell”, I think. I shake my head and keep walking. I finally get to a light and see him reappear, so I stop. Might as well have some sort of feeble attempt at light to decide what is really going on, right? The one in front of me stands there with a deer in the headlights look and holds out his hand. I am confused, so stand and look at him. Apparently this makes him more nervous, so he disappears again…all but his hand which is skeletal and holds a key. Wait. A key? Yep..there it is, a key. Silver with an ornate head, and at the bottom two slim tumblers. “I wonder what that goes to”, I think to myself. The key continues to hang suspended in air, if one can call it that, wrapped within a skeletal hand. “Are you going to make him stand there all night or will you allow him to give you the key like he’s supposed to”? asks a voice from behind me. I smile. I know that voice well. If I had not been so busy with my thoughts, I would have paid attention to the rum and cigar smoke, so missed his arrival. “Why does he keep disappearing”? I ask. There is a laugh, followed with a reply of “Because you frighten him Cher”. Wait. I frighten him? I laugh. “You know most people would either think he was their nightmare, or that they were having some sort of psychotic break if they saw him”, I say. “He reminds me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland,” I laugh He laughs. “And yet, here he stands in front of the fierce Swamp Witch, doing his best to not fade completely away in order to give you what he is supposed to give you”. Fierce? The word makes me laugh. I am nothing like that word at all. He laughs. “Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean others perception is the same”. “Now, if you please, the one who had charge over the key is still waiting”. OMG’s..the ghede. I had forgotten he still stands half in, half out, holding the damn key. So I hold out my hand and allow him to drop it into it. Which he does quickly, and then the hand also disappear and I can feel the movement of a breeze as he moves away quickly. I look at the key and marvel that its weight is heavier than I first imagined. “So what does this go to?” I ask. He smiles. “You know that you will have to find that out for yourself”, he said. I shake my head. “Yeah so much for things to be easy.” I laugh. “Come have a drink with me”, he says. Yeah…drinking with him is an adventure, but I do need to speak with him, so I agree and we set off for the tavern which seems to be closer than I first thought. We find a table and the barkeep immediately brings us glasses and rum. We sit and talk about several things that have been bothering me, and the other keys in my possession, what I have learned with them and the possibility of the new one doing(he would neither confirm nor deny my suppositions). Soon it was time for me to leave. I thanked my friend and made my way back home. I have a lot of thinking to do and decisions to make concerning some things. I’ve had good advice, and today a slight hangover. ~holds up keys~ “tell me little key, where do you belong?”
Are you for real?
So I’ve been in another form of social media today…Tumblr. It’s a cute little place, offering a view of those who comment, write little posts, post pictures , etc. I like it..most days.
So there is one blog that I’ve seen come across the feeds today. They have a metaphysical store online, do readings(saw them do some free ones on the site itself yesterday), and an interesting blog. Today, I read something interesting. The girl was telling of a spiritual encounter she had that had her concerned. First it was just a glimpse from the side that had her undecided if said entity is there or not. So after she gets offline, yet leaving her computer on for light since she is a little stressed that there may be an entity there, she goes to bed. She sees the spirit by the door..her only exit out, so then proceeds to freak the hell out. She then pulls the covers over head and says she can feel bumps, and like the entity is standing on her bed. Today she has migraine from lack of sleep she says and will not read or mess with the magical in any way since she is freaked out. I asked (anonymously)if perhaps she had opened a portal(logical thought process). Her reply? There were several witches in the house and they are all careful when working within the house. Wait…Back this magical tour up. You “read” tarot, do spellwork, sell the metaphysical and sound knowledgeable enough when speaking with others online, and one new entity freaks you out? There are multiple witches working within one home and ALL protect and shield before they do so? There are regular spirits whom dwell within the home and you as witch of the abode(although not head ) do not demand to know who they are and what the hell they want? that is about as fucked up as a soup sandwich, so I’m throwing down the bullshit gauntlet. As I explained to a friend who says that they speak and act like others online..that they portray themselves as having knowledge. They offer said knowledge to others..for a price via their store. They read for free on tumblr..I can’t fault them for that because sometimes its a great way to hone skills..reading for unknown people..but the caveat emptor applies to those readings..buyer beware..you get what you pay for sometimes. It brings to mind the scene in the Wizard of Oz as toto pulls back the curtain to expose the wizard as nothing more than a mere mortal of a man who sold snake oil back in the mundane.
I am not an expert by any means, but as one who walks with a foot in both worlds, I do expect those who claim to have experience to act that way. To not whine about how scared they are about encounters with a new spirit. So to the one I mentioned, here it is simply:You left a light on, probably when you opened to read, and did not turn it off. That you were the only one to see this new spirit or feel the presence means you called it. Own that and take care of it. The other house regulars will not be pleased if the situation is not resolved. And ffs…get some education! You have some interesting energy…now learn something to go with it. It makes you look like the myriad of people online who talk a good game and are full of shit. And we’ve had all the fluff anyone can stand.
DEUCES
Chickadee
I am alone. Seems to be how I spend my time as of late, both in the mundane as well as in the dreaming. I am in my favorite place to meditate. High on the cliff overlooking the ocean. There is a path to my left where I can walk down to the beach if I wish and walk the beach or gather shells or even splash in the waves if I choose, but none of that interests me right now. I feel cold..Not just physically, but inside as well . Depressed? Maybe. But its more of a need to want to yell at the stupidity I see that keeps perpetuating itself on a daily basis. I thought I protected myself better..maybe I have been too lax at not keeping the webs pulled tight so that others cannot cross them. ~shrugs~ Whatever the issue is..it pulls on me and I feel the need to retreat. There are those I could ask for an assist, but they have enough going on right now, so I tough it out…not like it’s not unfamiliar territory. So I sit and watch the waves.
“Come climb to my branches Chickadee,” says the tall pines. ” I will gather you close and caress you until you are feeling stronger. ” I smile at the thought of having my face stroked by the feathered branches of a pine tree that stands to remind me of being grounded and connected to the earth. I smile my gratitude at the tree and thank it for the offer. But I cannot accept, because to give in would leave me feeling weak and I hate that feeling even more than when I’m feeling this disquiet within me.
“Come fly with me chickadee”, says a voice high above me. I look up and see a shadow soaring over the waves , silhouetted against the sun. A hawk dips and soars through the clouds as if he is a kite untethered on the winds. “I will allow you to feel the winds upon your face, see the sun up close and we can soar and travel as far as the eye can see”. The thought occurs to me that this would be most pleasant actually…the idea of running off and leaving what causes the chaos in my life. But the practicality of it all…yeah that sense of responsibility that seems to be deep seated within my genes wont allow me to do that. Besides, I would probably turn into Icarus flying so close to the sun and fall into the ocean itself to drown.
“Come dance in the waves, Chickadee”, says a voice far below me. I look and see a vision of perfection just nearing the waters edge. She holds a hand aloft as she waves at me. Beautiful in her bronze colored dress, her brown skin shining like the finest of chocolate. I smile as I remember the taste of the honey when last we spoke. “Come and we will dance among the waves and feel how much love surrounds us”. I would love to I tell myself, but there is always payment required and I have no offering of honey or perfume to give her for her love and help when I require it.
I continue to sit as the night begins to fall around me, turning the air cooler. It begins to rain, causing me to become even further chilled. Suddenly I feel warmth. I look around and find that one who loves me and guides me has brought my cloak so that I may continue to sit and contemplate things without becoming ill. I realize it is beginning to rain harder and so I cast a protection around myself and Brin. She looks askance at me and I tell her, “I know that you are immune to weather, but I could not hardly sit here in the weather and know that you are here because I am and are getting wet. I continue speaking. “I don’t know why you can’t just tell me what it is I am supposed to be learning here. “What the hell am I doing?” She lifts an eyebrow and looks at me sadly. I continue, crying as I do so. “Why am I not supposed to know how to do things? what is the purpose of relearning things I have always known but do not use?” “It’s hard and I feel like I am hanging out here on this web all by myself because people have no damn clue why I do what I do..hell I’m not even sure I do”. I continue to cry and feel Brin put her arms around me and pull me close. I can feel her grieve for and with me because she knows that no matter how much I am hurting now, it will pass, because realist that I am, know I still have much to learn and work to do. I see a tear slide down her face, and land upon my hand. A beautiful amethyst tear. I begin to pull myself together because this guide , my friend who has been with me for so long..longer than I can remember, is hurting for me because she cannot break her oath..to those who gave her to me..she is to guide..not tell me everything. she cannot even make decisions for me, just help me clean up the mess when I fuck up..and I seem to do that often. “I’m sorry Brin”, I tell her. I’ll be fine. “. We sit a while longer and watch the foam appear on the waves and the shadows creep in as night falls. I feel somewhat better. I didn’t solve any major issues, but sometimes one just has to separate yourself from others to cry out about all the perceived injustices of being the responsible party…the adult if you will. some days that sucks sewer water, and is most damned unfair.
FADE TO BLACK
What now Chicken Little?
Help! Help! Ebay is persecuting pagan people and tossing all our wares off its site! Really? Wonder why it did that? Maybe it’s just because its had some sort of rule or another since like forever about some of this stuff. The problem is online stores are catching up with the mundane about services offered and how they are policed. Many places have ordinances about those who sell readings, spellwork and herbal decoctions. After all, where is this stuff regulated and who knows if the ones selling it are legit? There in lies the rub of it all. When allowed to sell their wares of love spells, hexes, or tinctures to help push the envelope of astral travel, then those sites allowing it to happen are also likely to be held liable should someone seek recourse for a failed spell or worse..physical/mental harm. Truthfully, there is so much crap floating around for sale, it is hard to tell those who are genuine and those who are only in the business for the money unless you look really hard at them. Go into larger cities, and you can find botanicas, metaphysical shops, and new agey places. What you probably will NOT find is someone in there who is knowledgeable about spell work or the herbs used for them, incense correspondences without looking it up. Oh hey..there’s an idea..buy a book! Many do just that. People write books about spells and how to do it yourself even those buying them have little or no experience in doing such. The truth is that many do NOT practice so have little to no experience with what they write about, make or sell. Their ingredients may be some run of the mill weed that looks similar to what is actually supposed to be used and it could be toxic. OMDamn! But where is the “harm none” in all that? Good question. Because in most cases the goods are sold to those who haven’t researched enough history to figure out what they need or how to go about achieving it. Want a job spell? go walk a bit, put in some applications. Want a love spell? Try being yourself and cut out all the bullshit games when you meet someone. Need something to calm you down “before someone gets hurt”? maybe you need to see a dr..you know..a real one to rule out any physical or psychological issue before trying magic. If it is neither of those, try some meditation(that helps even with a dr’s assistance). or use some herbal blends in teas or a trusted herbal store. But don’t go seeking some service from someone who had no clue what is going on in your life.
So while people will whine and cry about the loss of revenue and ability to push their snake oil to those who arent sure if they are on the level or not , I agree with it myself. If you are truly about helping others, you will find a way to do so, whether it be on a site you create yourself and advertise on social media, or even open your own little shop and sell locally. It can be done. As for those looking for an easy way to get through life…suck it up cupcake..You are just existing anyway.
Check
I am cold. so cold that my limbs seemingly are turned to ice and dont have the power to move. I open my eyes and see only blackness. not the warm comfort of shadows, but the empty soulless cold blackness that pervades every fibre of my being. Where in the fuck am I? “Are you awake Shae?” I hear a familiar voice ask. Corwvyn? Where is he? “I am in a cell just across from yours”, he replies. I forget that I have no need to speak aloud, so am a little surprised that he answered me. I am tired of this damn darkness as well, so I pull myself into a sitting position and stretch out my right hand. “I sure hope George was right when he made me study all those formularies”, I think to myself. I concentrate and soon a small blue energy ball is bouncing just above my palm. It’s enough to work as a small penlight and I move my hand around to see my surroundings. Fuck! Maybe I should have just stayed in the dark I think. I am on a cold floor of a cell in what looks like a dungeon. Great. Where in the hell am I and I am so fucked when I get out of here. “We are in the dungeon of the keep.” Corwvyn tells me. “Aaryana brought us here”. Ahh..the red queen who acts as if she is the
Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderland. Wonderful. I realize that my cloak is beside me so I pull it to me and instantly feel warmer. The heat begins to move through me and I can soon stand and move my feet. Damn..so that’s what being dead is like..sort of. I hear Corwvyn laugh. “I’m sure if you ask nicely, our hostess will accommodate that curiosity”. “Fuck you..was just a random thought”. He laughs…”and if we get out of here..perhaps I can”….”Ok stop right there…You and I will talk on that later”…”Jebus,” I think to myself”. I move around the perimeter of the cell. Empty and cold is all there is. Damn, she could at least have provided some hay or something. Right…She being the good hostess and all. I soon come to the front of the cell and see that it is iron bars. O put my left hand to the bar and find that amazingly enough, it goes right through. WTF? How is this even possible? So if the hand goes through..maybe my body as well? Worth a try. I move forward and voila! I am out into a narrow hallway. “Corwvyn”, I call softly. “Where are you?” I ask. “To your right across from you” he answers. I find the cell and move through the bars there. I can see him shackled to the wall, with iron shackles around his neck, wrists and legs. “Damn”, I say. “Your sister sure didn’t want you leaving any time soon”. Corwvyn looks at me a little confused. “How did you get in here?” he asks. “I’m not really sure. George has had me studying formularies, moving energy and changing it to morph..so I visualized myself through the bars and here I am.” He laughs. “Aaryana worries about the wrong one of us, I think”. I look at the shackles. “She used iron”? I ask. “What a bitch”. I know that the iron was used to hurt the elves in past wars and is one metal they cannot break. I shrug and look at the shackles closer. I reach out and touch it, and feel the vibration of the metal. “What are you doing”, asks Corwvyn. “Shh”, I tell him. “I’m listening”. I move my hand across it and concentrate , feeling the vibration within me. I hear a click and the shackle falls off into my hand. “I am not even going to ask because frankly, you are beginning to freak me out with this new power of yours”. I smile. “It’s not new. It’s just newly remembered”, as I think back to a conversation I have had recently with George. “Now, let me deal with the rest”. I move to the remaining shackles and as with the first, they all fall harmlessly to the floor. I pick them up and toss them in a corner in distaste. I look and see the burns where the iron had been and reach out to help my friend. “Hold still” I tell him. “this may sting”. I place my hands on his neck and begin the healing process.
Soon it is just a small pink line instead of the horrible burn that had been there. I move on to his hands and feet doing the same each time. “That is all I can for now”, I tell him somewhat weakly. “It takes a lot to heal like that without the herbs”. He smiles and takes my hands into his, and shakes his head. “You are an amazing witch” , he says. Corwvyn pulls himself to his feet. “Are you all right”? I ask. “I’m well enough”, he replies. “Now to see about getting out of here. He moves to the cell front and rattles the bars. “I’m afraid that I cannot do as you did and apparate through”. “Maybe I can find the keys”, I tell him and move through the bars. I move down the hall and see some others in cells, and there on a peg on the wall just ahead is a set of keys. I hear a noise that sounds as if someone is coming. “In here girl”, a voice calls to me. I move into the cell, and extinguish the light. A guard comes down and stops just short of the cell. “I could swear I heard something”, he says. His companion laughs from the top of the stairs. “The Queen Bitch has us all on edge. It was nothing”. The first guard shrugs his shoulders and goes back upstairs. I breathe a sigh of relief as the door slams shut above my head. I relight my orb and look around to thank the one who’s cell I had been allowed to seek sanctuary and I see him. Sitting on a pile of cloth rags. His hair grown out in a long silver cloud that flowed around his shoulders. His eyes mere white orbs in his dark face. I realize that physically he cannot see me, and yet is more than aware of where and who I am. “Are you all right good sir?” I inquire. He smiles. “I have been waiting for you to come girl,” he says. “You knew I was coming?” I asked. “I could feel the energy building and smelled your scent”, he said. I shook my head. Things work on a faster time frame in the elsewhere. “My name is Shae”, I tell him. “I am called Draengile””I am honored to meet you”, I tell him. ” I am going to get the keys and open the cell doors”, I tell him. He nods and I move through the bars again back into the hall. I reach the keys and quietly begin unlocking the doors. As I do the inhabitants of the cells begin to spill out into the hallways. Women, men, children…all looking at one another as if they cannot believe what is happening or why a human would be doing so. Draengile comes out of his cell. He tells them all quietly to stand still and be quiet as possible so as to not attract attention. They do so. I finally reach the cell of my friend and let him out. “Took you long enough” he chuckled. Sorry, I was busy trying not to get my ass caught”. He looked at me curiously. “A guard”, I replied. “I hid in someone named Draengile’s cell”. “That is my uncle…head of our clan”, he replied. “I am glad he has survived, because he has been here for over 10 years.” I give Corwvyn am incredulous look. “Ten years?” “My sister has been at this awhile”, he replies bitterly. We move into the hall and make our way to where Draengile waits with the others. “I am most pleased to greet you Uncle”, Corwvyn tells him as he grasps his forearms. “I told your witch that she took her sweet time”, laughed Draengile. “She has other responsibilities, bgan Corwvyn”. Draengile interrupts. “It was a bit of a joke boy..I know she cannot come at our every beck and call. Although I am most grateful that she is here”. “Now let us leave this place before we are found loose”. “Which way do we go?” asked a voice from the back. At the hesitation before me, I allow my senses tell me. “We go forward, down the hall, then to the left. It leads outside the keep”. “Then we do as is suggested”, said Draengile. “Lead the way girl”, he says. I move to the front of the group with Corwvyn beside me. “Are you sure you know where we are going”? he asked. “She knows”, comes a voice behind us. I give Corwvyn a wry smile. “Apparently I do”, I reply. We move stealthily down the hall and come to a huge iron door. It was locked of course. Nothing in this keep seems to be open. “Wait here while I see what awaits us outside”, I say. I apparate through the door and see that we are just outside the keep near the grape arbors. I return to the others inside and tell them what I see. “So how are we to get out”, calls a voice in the back. “We cannot do as the witch does”. There is a murmur of agreement. Corwvyn looks at me and arches an eyebrow as if to say…well? I shrug and place my hands on the door as I did the shackles. I can feel the hum and the door begin to vibrate under my palms. Then just as before, I hear the latch click and I push it open. I hear a collective sigh of relief from the captives and we being to file out one by one, some blinking in the dim sunlight, that while not bright was considerably brighter than the darkness they had been held in. As I watch the children come out , some with parents, others without, I turn to Corwvyn and his uncle. “Just what in the hell is wrong with your sister that she harms children?” He shrugged helplessly. “She has always wanted things that did not belong to her”, he began”the children were taken with their parents so as to not be left behind. “She still seeks the one from legend”. “Okay, I am confused”, I say. “Is not your niece, Davla the chosen?” At this Draengile starts. “Is this so nephew”? he asks. “She is”, says Corwvyn. “And where is she”? I ask. “Dav has them hidden well until we can sort this all out”, he says. We begin to join the others who by now have made their way into the edges of the woods past the arbor. “Neighbors”calls Draengile. “Might I suggest that we all move toward the sanctuary secluded within the hills so as to not be discovered when they find us all released.”. They all nodded their ascent, and he and Corwvyn lead the way with me bringing up the rear looking over my shoulder every so often so as to make sure we are not followed. We walk a long way, stopping often to allow the children to rest since they have been confined a long while and are not used to the exercise. At our last rest stop, I am sitting under a tree, leaning back against the trunk, gaining energy from it. I am joined by Corwvyn who takes my hand. “I want to thanks you”, he begins. “It is not many who would risk so much to help those not like themselves”. “Is this a way of getting me to speak on that other subject”?, I ask wryly without opening my eyes. He leans his head back and laughs loudly. “No, was serious, but now that you mention it”…I laugh as well. Your timing sucks Corwvyn I tell him. “Indeed”, he agrees smiling all the while. We get up and join the others who are beginning to walk past us. And we soon arrive to what appeared to be a tall hill covered in briars. I look at Corwvyn who brings a small pipe from his pocket and plays a small song , and the briars move back to allow us passage. “Catchy tune”, I whisper to my friend as I move past him. He grins and follows me as the briars close behind us. There below us is a small village with campfires and wagons that house families displaced by the arrogant queen. Dav moves to greet us and hug his uncle. He then turns to me. “We seem to be in your debt once more swamp witch”. he says seriously. “I am happy to be of service, ” I tell him. “No payment is required”. He looks at me and nods, then moves to direct those we have brought with us to where they will be quartered and can find food and healing services if required. “I really need to get back on-grid”, I tell Corwvyn. I am so going to catch hell for removing the protection”. He nods and escorts me to a bridge that I had not noticed. “This will direct you to Brin”, he said. He leans forward and kisses me. “I thank you for coming to my aid, yet again. If there is ever a need..just say the word and it shall be.”. I smile and release his hand and begin my ascent over the bridge. As I come to the other side, I see Brin patiently waiting for me and on a rock nearby is George and the dog. I sigh heavily because I think this cannot be a good thing. And yet as I come closer I see on their faces acceptance that this was something that was required of me because of my allegiance to my friends. “I’m glad I didnt have to come get you this time”, says George gruffly. “Nice to see you too George”, I say smiling. I stroke the black dog’s massive head. “Been hunting”? I inquire. “No, was waiting to see if you needed the help”, came the reply. “I’m glad that I did not”, I say. I could not be sure, but I think I heard him say “me too”. “George,” I say”I do want to thank you for making me do those extra lessons. They came in quite handy, I must say”. He laughs. As we come to the edge of elsewhere, just about to come back to our own realm..I hear a massive screech. “What the hell is that?” I ask. Brin and George begin to laugh loudly. “That Cher, is the sound of a queen who has been witchfucked within her own house, and she is most unhappy”. “Oh”. I begin to giggle. “What I did was little of nothing,” I say. “Just helped some folks out”. George laughed. “Sometimes cher, it is the little things that trip up the most powerful”. I nod and we return home. I shower and prepare for bed. Brin sets the snares and checks the webs. George checks the perimeter and he and the dog set off for who knows where. I settle sleepily in bed and think of my friend and smile. This could be interesting I think and grin. Off to sleep without dreams..which in itself is a good thing since I am damn tired.
Ah… the pain of social media
Social media, social fixer and all of the trappings that come with it can be damn amusing . I have been known to cull my friend lists from those who want to preach at me, those who seem to think my life is open for discussion, those that are there “just because”, those who play an app, then drop out. So I’ve cut my list down considerably. Sometimes I see that I too, haven’t made the cut on someone’s list, and that is perfectly fine with me. So today I get up and find that someone who seems to spend an awful lot of time popping in and out of groups has un-friended me. I’m laughing because truthfully I wanted to know why. Was I too snarky? Was it because I didn’t agree with everything you posted? Or was it because I wanted to appear as a responsible human being? ~prostrates self~ for the love of elfalba tell me!!! ROFLMFAO. My status is a sarcastic joke of the situation, fuel added by friends. And the idea that I would be hurt or dismayed by the situation makes me giggle. I would have to know you for that to be accurate. I would have to actually give a damn about you, your life or situation for this to be so. I don’t. I do have people like that in my life, and if they were to kick me to the curb, I would hope they would honestly tell me..”hey bitch..this relationship is so not working”. Truthful, direct and no games played. See how easy that is? No making excuses, no sleight of hand, just an upfront approach to a situation that isnt beneficial to either party. So how do ya’ll choose who or what makes the cut? Do you choose to limit family, friends, who would not understand the page you’ve created, the way you practice, your personal beliefs? Do you allow stalkers to stay just for the amusement value, or decide you’ve had enough of that shit in the mundane and toss their heads to the rubbish pile? I have no rhyme or reason really..just depends on the mood I’m in when I start the process. I may start with a select few for various reasons, but then continue on through said list . I was just curious about other’s criteria. Social media…the pain, the misery, the humor of it all. Some days I unplug(I know that is hard for some of you to believe), and other days I have to see what else will crop up. Who would have ever thought that an anti-social witch such as myself would be on social media everywhere? Certainly not myself. To those still on my list..consider it as a reprieve because I am sure the list will continue to be whittled away. to those who choose to walk away now..I bid you sweet parting…don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out. Adieu