~A Mermaid's Tale~
~A Wyld Sea Witch surrendering to the Ninth Wave of the Goddess ~Archive for Howl
Look in the Mirror
Many thanks to any twitter followers who stumble on this page, especially those who have given me so much love and support over the last week .
True empathy and sensitivity, understanding and wise insights are indeed rare gifts and I am blessed to have met some genuine people who have demonstrated these qualities to me and supported me during this distressing time.
I will not be driven away from blogging and/or twitter due to the pathetic twisted antics of an over indulged, childish and twisted mind/s.
I quite simply shine the light and reflective mirror into this individual/s bitterness and behavior on all levels and in all dimensions.
I pity them.
Pity them, because as soon I have found them out, through their lies and veiled manipulations that they so quickly scorned in others found that they are guilty of the same themselves, and in this duplicity revealed themselves..and in their actions since have compounded this.
My only regret is I did not act in my intuitions sooner as I watched this persons two faced behavior again and again as well as abusive behavior towards another online victim..several months ago
But thanks to the power of intuitive guidance, and guided protections, I was shown who they truly are, I have cut them out of my life on all levels, and in all dimensions, and in all ways.
All energies, manipulations and abuses sent my way are reflected back to them, three fold, as karma works it way into the core of their actions.
I thank the Goddess and those who guide and protect me for the Justice that is being meted out .
Let it be done.
For the good of all according to the free will of all
and so mote it be.
The wolf of velvet fortune
The Beau Brummels – The Wolf of Velvet Fortune
The air is full of strangeness,
An unfamiliar breeze blows
From deep within a forest.
I think I’ll go to see.
What’s this before me
In shadows where no wind blows?
A crying, frightened flower
Without a gentle breeze.
She’s crying for the sunlight,
That shadow left behind him.
She’s crying for the coolness
Of wind she’s never seen.
The day is getting longer.
The day is slowly dark now.
The moon a silver bubble
That watches all it sees.
Delight! Delight!
The wolf of velevet fortune is upon his merry flight!
Goodnight! Goodnight!
He travels in the beauty of the silver-glowing night!
Delight!
The flower speaks in silence.
She bends herself in sorrow.
His eyes behold her wildness,
Electrifies the air.
He moves the earth around her,
Confiding her with whispers.
He takes her from the shadows
And thickness that is there.
Swiftly! Swiftly!
Through the brush and bramble land
Under! Over!
Flashing in and out, they fly!
Moonlight! Moonlight!
See the bright star shining so
Clearly! Clearly!
Floating in the sky!
He brings her to a meadow
where the grass is tall and waving.
A tear comes to her eye
As she looks upon her throne.
And in a distant murmur,
A breeze begins its blowing.
The sun begins its rising.
The velvet wolf has flown.
Delight! Delight!
The wolf of velevet fortune is upon his merry flight!
Goodnight! Goodnight!
He travels in the beauty of the silver-glowing night!
This came to me like a message the way things do , sometimes so apt. A post will follow that perhaps will only mean something to me and no one else..but I was walking in the woods on Wednesday and given wisdom and advice and guidance there… during turbulent times its reassuring to be warned and protected.
Love.
Love calls to me…
Crawling across the battle ground of the past, elbowing his way across the furrows and ditches , the deepened grooves in the earth, filled to the brim with excuses and denials, wounds , healed scars and numerous fears.
Hope has been sitting in the corner for days now, blowing smoke rings and flicking though a magazine..she sighs gently..
Passion is here, pacing the room as always, her face in a glow of anticipation.
Love makes it through the waste ground somehow and swings through and under and up.. in wild leaps and bounds of easy grace..
For some reason , I see loves back , as if he is walking away from me, but he always reaches a hand behind to take mine, leading me…
He carves and chisels, a pathway through.
Back through the old stories and the minefields , the deep revealing and revelations, dodging around the chances taken, some of them…
but stopping to show me river of possibilities, bidding me look there for my reflection.
Hope is alert again, sitting bolt upright in her chair…
and passion?
She wears a quiet smile.
