Greetings all and first up let's say a big thank you to Anna and Shilpa for reading and commenting on my latest blog post. As always a pleasure to have your comments, likes, loves and shares.
Today I have been back in the swing of things with Reiki and readings and it's so delightful to be able to work with this magical energy. To be able to work with this energy is truly a joy and to see people lifted and leaving wonderful comments is always a blessing. I'm looking forward to another day of healings tomorrow and the gathering on Sunday. We are all blessed.
I'm sure some of you will have noticed the rather crazy dark energy out there of late and when there is such turmoil in the world, there are elements that will dip into this darkness for their own ends. I know such thoughts don't resonate with everyone and that's perfectly fine but for me it's more vital than ever that we combat this occult presence with the elements of golden light and healing. For many, they will feel this pulling to healing and joy and my message is don't resist it.
Try to distance yourself from the black hole that's been created and seek to fill it with healing light. Remember, many small droplets will make an ocean and let us dip into that mode of thinking. For me, I imagined new growth coming forth from where the land had been razed and life will always endure.
Well, time now to look back through those old records and I hope you enjoy this tale from way back in 2009...
A mere hour
The bell tolls the hour of one. I care little. Hah! See how the minutes toddle by and the woman with the carnivorous willow hair storms by over and over.
I’m not alone. Beside me pulchritudinous Cheryl of the house of Parker works without acknowledgement of little me. She seldom speaks to me except to say hello, goodbye and see you tomorrow. I wish she would say tonight.
A burst of sunlight scampers through a glass portcullis. The outburst of light in this scholarly dungeon gives me brief cheer. I wonder how something so omnipotent can be delicate as to give us life. Only last week a man of some learning informed us if the Sun got mad then God help us.
I glance the irrelevant sheet below. I’ve written a few long words. Omnipotent (I love that one), perpendicular, tomfoolery, symbiosis and existence. I’ve been told I have a flair for scribing and who knows one day I may become a raconteur of some renown. Either that or I shall be forced to toil away in some slave pit where such verbiage is considered a most cruel sin.
A bell tolls for the hour of two. People all around me rise up in impatience and murmur until the wooden medusa orders them to silence. She scowls when I hand her my parchment with nought but those few words and my name.
I always thought maths was rather pointless.
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