There are things I would like you to know, I stand on the next junction in front of you, a stream of us along the stony path you follow to the sunlight.
That which your derogator says is untrue, completely untrue, you are precious wonderful and a gifted spirit. You are unlike the one who it would be believed you are, you are whole although it may not feel that way, you are resolved and strong even if you are perceived as weak. Donot believe the advertising about you, it is but marketing hype. They are just words, only rhetoric, they do not define you, your actions define you not another's words about you.
Your spirit is healthy and you can grow and live and love. You have that within you, you have a warm heart unlike the bitter blood of the detractor. Your heart beats it is not made of stone but of flesh. You bleed and that is the stuff of life. Your detractor is as a mossy rock with little choice but to be desert sand, incapable of any long term life and joy. Such people are empty as they won't have much to fill their lost souls. Do not pity them, this is their choice, their chosen waste, you need not be held by their wishes of destruction for you.
Your body may be locked down with woes and worries and your spirit can soar, like a wounded bird repairing its wings ready to start to fly. Your mind is free to be and that is fearful to a controller. Now the spell is broken, the mask fallen, the one who would bind you knows there is no control left. Your thoughts are your own, creative and ready to be yours alone, they are no longer planted as a weed at random in the garden of your mind. The flowers and fruit of autumn will bear in due time, the brightening spring of reason shows the wheat will be different from the chaff. Your mind is fertile ready fertiliser for the loving of your own self by you, this will bring forth buds of new green growth.
The detractor needs to take your thoughts, your independence, so that the will of the detractor prevails. He knows those are now your own, that makes you strong and him weak.
You believe if others know the truth then you wiill stand ashamed in ash cloth, know that you have nothing to fear from the truth. You are a lady, after all a strong and beautiful woman with courage to face that which you must, you will stand strong and joyous in the sunlight of truth. The dawn of Anc comes no matter what the course. Stand strong and firm face the sun as it rises blood red, lighting the sky with promise. Stand without anger, shame or fear these mean nothing as you face the freedom before you.
You are afraid, you have reason to be afraid. It would be wise to be in another place protected by the space around you. Breathe the icy air of the early spring, keeping your lungs burned with crisp new world air. It is your time to heal, once the burden of disappointment leaves your body, it is free of shackles, it is free to be the best it can be. It is free to heal without the constant stress of wondering when harm can come. Words cut because you believe them, you believe the truth of it, you believe the misery of the thousands of tiny cuts that tear you down. Words are just words, you can smile them away, "really", "i question it if you say so" and "perhaps" becomes " I think for me". That time of control is over, you no longer believe you question, you are no longer him or part of his wounded soul, you are you capable of greatness and beauty
There is much i would tell you and like you to know about the adventure to come, there are one or two obstacles before that door swings further open. It will be you that pushes this wide to freedom. The prison you live in is illusionary held by your mind. No matter what comes, that door swings open, whether found with guilt or not, the truth is known. Apologise for the inadvertacy, do that which you need to put the case behind you, that which is required and hold your head high. This does not define you, it is a passing time, let it unfold in time.
There is a reason you have protected you, a reason you have survived, it is because you are strong. Your detractor is weak, he has no soul that is whole. His heart is stone and cannot bleed, cannot feel. He needed you to perform that function, he needed you as his conscious being, he need you as his better portion. He is an empty vessel and weaker than you. He has no thought of being other than he is. He is not himself, now you have your thoughts not his, he will try to drown your thoughts with the ugliness of his control. As you become empowered so he needs to enforce his beliefs. His thoughts are weeds and thistles in the spring garden, easily weeded. You will be in full bloom in the oasis of the summer compared to the desert wastes of his spirit.
Know this you have a future whilst he only has a past glory. Every thing you do for you, with every sunrise then you can move yourself to being. I want you to know each day you become more you and less him. Each day you see new truths makes you more of you.
Your spirit and mind are free to become, no matter what.
I would have you know all of this, although it hurts to know. You can never unknow.
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Last edited by Vanilla; 11/12/1504:14 AM.
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to loose. V 64, WAW
