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The dragon is dead. They say we won, but it, like the rest of us, never stays that way.
We were warned to be careful as we went in. There were still marauderers around. In the deep cold the two of us made our way carefully through the heavy snow under those short, fat, dark trees, only flinching silently, occasionally, as one of the thick sharp leaves brushed our face and arms. The points left a toxin in the skin that burns for hours.
We neared the ruin of the building, it had the appearance of a huge old monastery built a millennia ago of carved blocks of stone. The stench was horrific, burning bodies and burning dragon. It was still crackling under its own corrosive juices. Just as we pushed through the last of the bushes they pulled us out - skyward at the speed of sound. I hovered over the site. The building used to be covered in a veil of soft green ivy, now it was covered in dragon carcass, caved in on itself, unredeemable. To one side was an arch of metal. It looked as if it had always stood the way it was, upended, open to the sky. It's metal arms were carved with archaic symbols, a language I could almost understand. The right bar was now twisted to the left and broken off in a sharp point. The broken piece rested uneasily at its base. Unredeemable.
In the distance, to the right and the left, the small settlements and hamlets were piles of smouldering ashes. Nothing moved among those dark, twisted trees.
I know this is only a representation of the war we are fighting. The trees show the corruption of the ground, the fallen soldiers the corruption of humanity. I grieve - and then I am home again.
Today I am tired. I could not sleep last night. I knew Spirit kept me awake to keep me out of the action. The vision, right on waking, showed me the outcome. I rang my daughter. She had been beside me under the trees. She had dreamed of spiders. She hates spiders.
Tom was with his troupe again. They were in the desert waiting for something, looking at the sky with a feeling of dread. He does not know what they were waiting for. Perhaps it was the dragon.
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
I wish you enough
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This is from the internet .. found on the webpage for the spiritualist church.
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said ‘I love you’ and I wish you enough.’ The daughter replied, ‘Dad, our life together has been more than enough’. Your love is all I ever needed, I wish you enough, too, dad.
They kissed and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?’
Yes I have,’ I replied, ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?’ I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said. ‘When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say ‘ I wish you enough’ may I ask what that means?’
He began to smile, “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations.’ He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. “When we said “I wish you enough” we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them. “Then turning towards me, he shared the following, reciting it from memory:
‘I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how grey the day may appear.
‘I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
‘I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
‘I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest joys in life may appear brighter.
‘I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
‘I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
‘I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye.’
This is from the internet .. found on the webpage for the spiritualist church.
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the father said ‘I love you’ and I wish you enough.’ The daughter replied, ‘Dad, our life together has been more than enough’. Your love is all I ever needed, I wish you enough, too, dad.
They kissed and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be forever?’
Yes I have,’ I replied, ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever goodbye?’ I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said. ‘When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say ‘ I wish you enough’ may I ask what that means?’
He began to smile, “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations.’ He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. “When we said “I wish you enough” we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them. “Then turning towards me, he shared the following, reciting it from memory:
‘I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how grey the day may appear.
‘I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
‘I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
‘I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest joys in life may appear brighter.
‘I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
‘I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
‘I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye.’
Monday, May 25, 2009
Visitors from the Spiritualist Church
The story continues ...
Today is Monday. Tom is on holidays so he was home with me all day. He continued to be melancholy. It had started in the church yesterday. I questioned him but I could not pin down the source of his sadness.
The day had begun oddly. He had woken up around 3.00am and got up at 5.00am. I had not slept well and was tired and grumpy and stayed in bed until nearly 7.30am. When he came in about 7.00 or so I had just woken up from a nightmare and was feeling forlorn and grumpy. I had been a small child who had lost things that she treasured; I remember a cup and perhaps a bear. The images were fleeting, the emotion far stronger than the visuals. It took me a while to drag myself out of bed, and I spent a long time thinking about the girl, and what ‘I’ had lost.
We discussed the church events again. It was not until after lunch, with my hands in hot water washing dishes, that I finally connected his mood and my dream together. I went out the front of the house to check the weather, which had been overcast all day and felt like rain, and said to myself ‘there is a storm coming’, which is the usual message I get when we are about to have some spiritual turbulence. A storm .. so I locked down the house shields and realised, rapidly, that the ‘storm’ was actually in the house with us.
Tom was sitting at the table. I asked him if he was aware of walking around with ‘anyone’ in his energy (inside his aura). He didn’t know. But I did. You see, what had happened to me during the washing up was the name Leopold. Leopold. An old name and completely out of the blue .. given that my thoughts were not on any subject related to that name. I told Tom what had happened and he said Leopold Zarvinski. We looked him up on the net. He really existed. It seems that Leopold, who might be related to Tom very distantly, had been somehow waiting at the building the spiritualist church uses for their services ... along with about 6 other ghosts.
When I checked around me, before talking to Tom, I found the little girl who had lost things, and 5 other lost souls, all drawing energy from both Tom and I. . They had latched on to us when we had walked into the building. That is when Tom had started feeling sad. That is when I had started to feel puzzled. After talking to Tom about them I arranged for them to be sent into healing. So that part of the storm passed without drama. Little did I know that another storm was brewing around my daughter? But that is another story.
Today is Monday. Tom is on holidays so he was home with me all day. He continued to be melancholy. It had started in the church yesterday. I questioned him but I could not pin down the source of his sadness.
The day had begun oddly. He had woken up around 3.00am and got up at 5.00am. I had not slept well and was tired and grumpy and stayed in bed until nearly 7.30am. When he came in about 7.00 or so I had just woken up from a nightmare and was feeling forlorn and grumpy. I had been a small child who had lost things that she treasured; I remember a cup and perhaps a bear. The images were fleeting, the emotion far stronger than the visuals. It took me a while to drag myself out of bed, and I spent a long time thinking about the girl, and what ‘I’ had lost.
We discussed the church events again. It was not until after lunch, with my hands in hot water washing dishes, that I finally connected his mood and my dream together. I went out the front of the house to check the weather, which had been overcast all day and felt like rain, and said to myself ‘there is a storm coming’, which is the usual message I get when we are about to have some spiritual turbulence. A storm .. so I locked down the house shields and realised, rapidly, that the ‘storm’ was actually in the house with us.
Tom was sitting at the table. I asked him if he was aware of walking around with ‘anyone’ in his energy (inside his aura). He didn’t know. But I did. You see, what had happened to me during the washing up was the name Leopold. Leopold. An old name and completely out of the blue .. given that my thoughts were not on any subject related to that name. I told Tom what had happened and he said Leopold Zarvinski. We looked him up on the net. He really existed. It seems that Leopold, who might be related to Tom very distantly, had been somehow waiting at the building the spiritualist church uses for their services ... along with about 6 other ghosts.
When I checked around me, before talking to Tom, I found the little girl who had lost things, and 5 other lost souls, all drawing energy from both Tom and I. . They had latched on to us when we had walked into the building. That is when Tom had started feeling sad. That is when I had started to feel puzzled. After talking to Tom about them I arranged for them to be sent into healing. So that part of the storm passed without drama. Little did I know that another storm was brewing around my daughter? But that is another story.
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