Ain’t Nobody gonna Break my Stride

Hi, dear friends and followers. Today, I have a short story to share with you. Have a great read. 

Ain’t Nobody gonna Break my Stride

Hey girl, ain't nobody gonna break my stride. I am as stubborn and ornery as a dumb ox.

If not, I would never have gotten this far through the turmoil and chaos of the past to this island of relative peace and tranquility within myself. I am as strong as the wind but as delicate as a spider's web.

I may break like the spider’s web in the buffeting wind, but I can also be rewoven by the spider's determination. Always love and not hate, the forgiveness of those who cannot see, then give of myself to those I wish to have the ability to see.

Oh, how I have sat so many times and wondered at the stupidity of those who are blind to the world around them.  I try to enlighten the path for those who fail to see the brilliance and beauty of the light that is all around them.  But it appears they do not possess the ability to see this light for the all-consuming darkness will not allow them to see this brilliant beauty which abounds all around.
Their ears are deaf to my words and their eyes look blankly through me as though I were not there.

Being the trusting and determined soul I am, I may at times get weary on this journey through life, and have had need to stop to rest. But I mustn’t rest for too long for I will become overwhelmed by loneliness and once again I hunger to move on. I can not and will not surrender to the darkness that threatens to consume me times. I must keep trudging my way forward against the buffeting wind of time, as the blowing stinging, sands of time that quicken the tears that well up from my eyes.


I gather my cape about me as I lean into the vicious, shrieking wind, and continue to slowly but meticulously forge my way forward on my journey’s destiny.

At last, the wind dissipates, and the air calms about me as I open my eyes to see. As I blink my eyes to clear them from the dust and sand, the light around me is of a surreal brightness.
Bright light in a thick, swirling fog, like eddies of smoke. For a time, I thought I was surely losing my vision. Then, the swirling mist began to thin as my eyes started to adjust and focus on different shapes around me.

"I can see!" I say excitedly as I place my hands over my cheeks! I can see all the beautiful children stopping to look up at me with both hands clasped behind their backs in wide-eyed, innocent wonderment. “Who is this strange lady who appeared out of nowhere?”


Again, thank you very much, dear friends, for visiting my blog. Please share your thoughts with us, if you will. have a great Week.

✿ ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

The Fairy Lady ©

I was looking through some of my earlier work and I found this one.  It's appropriate for sharing around this time of year, American Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day.  I hope that you like it.

Cindy
Your Friendly, Neighborhood Fairy Lady

WHO ARE THE ANGELS?

Could it be that elderly lady who returned your wallet you lost yesterday?

Or maybe the taxi driver who complimented that your eyes light up when you smile.

Or could it be the child who showed you the wonder in simple things.

Maybe the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.

The rich man who showed you that anything is possible, if only you believe.

Possibly the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart, when you thought you had none.

~~~Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types and colors.~~

Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with green eyes, some with blue eyes. .

An angel may come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They will not remain for long and they travel light.

They will not ask for compensation and they leave no forwarding address.

They are hard to find unless you know where to look for them,

But when you choose to see, they are everywhere you look.

*****So, open you eyes and count all the Angels you have encountered - for you are truly blessed!*****

My experience with who are these angels? Who are the enlightened? Who are these light workers? Warriors of the light? The awakening?

These angels could also be those girls who volunteer at a shelter for the homles, or any other number of such places, like soup kitchens, brothels, seedy bars, drop-ins, halfway houses, hostels.

They could be ambulance attendants, search and rescue, paramedics, fire department, coast guard, national guard, Doctors, nurses, even candy-stripers,

then you have the street people such as sex workers, alcoholics, addicts, mental health recipients, any of those forgotten by society. Some would call them Derelicts, a burden of society. When I was out there I did my part as best I could sometimes taking someone home with me when they didn't have anywhere to go. To sleep over, wash their clothes, or just to eat a meal, even when I was barely able to feed myself. That is just to mention a few.

I believe I have met a few of those angels in my travels in some of those places I mentioned above and many other places I have traveled through during my wondering days across both Canada and US. I moved on looking  looking fore where I could best be of services.  It was a choice and that choice for me was freedom, to choose where I could best be of service.

I might be retired now but my wings are never far from rech

Cynthia©

Valley of the People

Valley of the People

Hi, dear friends and followers. Today I have a story composed by me which was derived from a dream, a very vivid dream. Thank you very much for visiting my blog and I hope you enjoy the story

I find myself standing on a high shelf near the top of a mountain. This is the place where the mountaintop touches the heavens, I am told. Many go to mountaintops to speak to the spirits to gain knowledge and wisdom. The mountain tops are symbolic of the Earthly Mother's yearning to touch the Heavenly Father.

I can see myself holding something in my hands as I intently watch a steady stream of people dressed in dusty, tattered clothes winding their way through a pass between mountains. From my perch high up, near the top the mountain, I am able to see them entering a beautiful emerald green valley surrounded by sharp, craggy purple mountains, standing like giant sentinels guarding the lush green forests, interspersed by a patchwork of fields and valleys of lighter shades of green. The valleys are dotted with shimmering lakes, connected by streams and rivers that sparkle like gems in the brilliant sun of an azure sky.

As I turn back to look at the dry, desolate, grayish-brown expanse of land before me, I become aware that the object I was holding in my hands resembled a crystal ball. The crystal ball was pulsating, radiating a gleaming white light, as I brought it up over my head, holding it high above me. I then realized that the crystal ball I held was a the beacon whose purpose was to light the way for those who seek the way out of the desolate wilderness.

A young girl-child, tugs persistently at the hem of her mom's dress. The mother of the child looks down at the dusty face of her young one, who is smiling broadly with eyes as big as saucers. She does not speak, but only points towards the mountains. Her mom looks in the direction the child is pointing tentatively with her tiny index finger. At first the mom doesn't see anything, but as her dust dried eyes moisten and adjust to the distance, she sees it. A tiny, bright blue spark, there, near the top of the mountain! Excitedly she shouts as she pulls on the sleeve of the woman next to her.

She noted that as word went around there were others who began to point towards the mountains. She was relieved all had resumed plodding wearily forward. At least it now was, literally, towards a spark of hope.

I smile and stand proud as the people make their way through the pass to the valley beyond. My soul mate comes to stand beside me. She holds up high and proudly over her head a light sword that is made of the same bright light as the crystal ball.

I have been told that to see is to believe. Even as we dream we see what tomorrow will bring. The great streams belongs to Mother Earth. They are ever flowing and never ending, steady as her "well of life". This is where all birth and manifestation occur. She gives us the ability to feel with our bodies.

As stars in the night shine, so does the unity of these lights as they wind around each other from light to light with the purity of darkness. The pillars of the Pearly Gates give us passageway between one realm of our hearts to the other realm, that of time. Together we travel two roads as one journey. The love of the heart is as great as a mountain. Here where eruptions can occur, the law of love overcomes all to build great things.

When one finds no joy in one's life, one becomes weary. The need to be inquisitive, to know, learn, and to be productive, has left them. One becomes the inferior man/woman. But in the embrace of hope, a feeling of protection comes over them. One looks up and walks upright. As one sees the mountains around them, one knows the journey may be long and arduous, but the beauty sustains them and they yearn to be the superior one, and know and be as one with the Oneness of Universe, Source, Great Spirit, *God.* (Pick a higher power of your understanding and insert Its name here.)

Cynthia © 2015

And they shall gather as the constellations of stars of the night sky —
because they shall truly be as bright as stars upon the face of this Earth.
And the faces of this New People shall shine like the Sun —
because they shall truly be the Light of the Golden Orb
shining within the æthers of this Earth.
And their voices shall sound
as gently as leaves in the forest moved by the breeze
and as mighty as the roaring thunder awakening all to life —
because theirs shall be the power to sing songs of joy
and to unlock the sealed mysteries of Life.

Thank you very much again, dear friends, for visiting my blog. Please share your thoughts with us, if you will. have a great Week.

✿

✿ڰۣ❤In Loving Light from the Fairy Lady❤ڰۣ✿

Magick
PHIlosophy

Magick is everywhere.

It is everything. Magick is a point of view.

Quite literally so. It is very much like the wind, invisible, yet moving around us everywhere we are. Magick is like a wind blowing through a busy city; everyone feels it but few pay attention to it. That is, not until it blows something over or a door open. Magick comes from the interactions of all things. This includes the "reality" we have identified, as well as what we call "fantasy." This interaction includes the point of view called "science" as much as the point of view called "religion" or "spirituality." This interaction also includes what we label as "truth" and that which we label as "falsehood."
Magick is not apparent, rather, it is innate.

It is innate to ALL of existence. Magick interacts with all things and is therefore not experienced as any ONE thing. You cannot point to magick and say "There it is!", for it is the dance of all things. The dance is too large to see by the eyes or to be reasoned by the brain. If science is the skill of living then magick is the art (implying the freedom inherent to existing.) Magick is the embrace of the existential power we possess as living creatures.

The existence of anything is a miracle.
To explain how the miracle occurred does not detract from the magick that it occurred at all.

Magick is a field effect created by the interplay of all life and all existence. Consciousness is but the tip of the iceberg; the virtual "trail of bread crumbs" which leads to the silent music, that is magick.
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A Faraway Hiding Place

A place in one of my visions.

I have me one of those secrete places I have told but only but a few people. A where no one can bother me, and no one knows where it is. This is a special place that resides right inside my very own mind, like it is a way far away place, (Possibly Alpha Centory) in mind travel, it is but the wink of an eye.

This land is lush with emerald green forests and grassy plains, dappled with a multitude of brightly colored blossoms swaying and  rippling with the light summer breeze. I can feel the breez on my cheeks, as I look to the horizon at the distant purple mountains. Above the mountains I see a milky blue sky and up above the sky is dark enough that I can see some stars. Stars in mid day? Can you imagine that? There! To the west, I see two moon sized orbs one bigger then the other. One the color of mauve, the other sandy brown.

And, ah, my goodness, how amazingly pretty is the bright blue sun-sparkly stream that snakes its way lazily across the plains and empties into the large turquoise lake just over yonder. I can not see the lake yet, but I know it's there, you see, I been here many times before and I find it just as breath taking now as I did every time I have been here previously. I can hear the euphonious song birds as a background symphony of other wildlife sounds coming from the nearby emerald green forest.

A light breeze arises, ruffling my long hair as I walk down a grassy slope towards my left, and again I stop suddenly with baited breath, this was the place where I had discovered the turquoise lake the first time I was here. I resumed walking for a short distance along the sandy edge of the river where I can this time see all of its grand beauty!

I stop again, putting one hand over my heart which was racing in anticipation. I raised my other hand to cover my mouth, then I drop slowly to my knees in awe at this grand beauty. I see tiny wavelets stirred by the soft southerly breeze on the turquoise lake's surface, which suddenly appears to to be covered with little sparkles created by the light breez on it's surface, like magical fairy dust I thought.

As I lie on the soft, tall grass at the edge of the white sandy beach, the sighing of the pine needles in the majestic old pines above me and I begin to drift into a dazed sleep in the warm sun, I was brought to full wakefulness when heard a rustling sound and saw a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh goodness!," I spoke softly to myself as I sat up suddenly and looked towards that la stone out yonder. The movement that had caught my attention had been in the area of this stone I was quite certain. I continued watching the rock when I saw this really precious little critter, a white furry little thing frantically scrambling to get under the rock. Another critter, a big one, with long purple and blue fur and had a snout similar in shape to that of an ant eater. This large beast was apparently giving chase to the little one, it stopped at the stone, moved back and forth sniffing a few times, then just sauntered away in to the woods, giving up the chase I thought. I waited a few minutes after the big one  had disappeared into the woods. I then walked over to the stone and looked under it.

Yes, the little critter was still there. I knew it was the same one that had come to visit me on my previous occasions before when I came here to this world. Its little emerald colored eyes sparkling in the sunlight blinked on and off in the dark under the rock. I extended my arms out towards the little guy. He just ran out from under that old rock and jumped into my arms feeling secure it proceeded to curl up in my arms, mewling in comfort.. He still resides with me to this day, but then I tell people about him I tell them he is one of many pets that I visit I just don't say where letting them fill in the blanks.

Cynthia ©