Category: Elden Ways

She could tell that he was under some kind of a spell, just as she was.

And she knew that if they worked on the pieces together, they could transcend.

Surprisingly, the curse from the pendant that she had briefly tried on so many years ago at the Bay Area farmer’s market upon her first return from Egypt had not destroyed her.

Her compassion for the lashing, envious female energy attached to it and then transferred onto her like a hateful shroud  that tried to pry at her pride and ego daily had to find other ways to break apart the woman’s spirit.

So it worked on the weak-willed who would love her, finding ways to expand their fears and self concerns so that they would turn away from and abandon her.

It called upon the chaotic rage of smoke and turmoil from the wild fire’s release to entrap her within a car accident in order to tear her apart from the inside.

And when this was still not enough, it used the charged energy from solar flares and primed potential for slippage in a hotel bathroom shower to further try to control.

But the problem was, this human just kept staring back into the mirror at the spell’s harmful intentions and signs of caused wreckage upon her face and body.

And it became clear that the woman didn’t desire anything but to be free, happy, and prosperous with her family and to at last be with her soul’s partner in blessed and loving harmony.

She didn’t want to fight other humans for resources, or to corrupt, or to take from anything earthly and leave it barren.

And the more the spell worked upon her, the more the woman just turned earnest and sad, resolute eyes to the mirror saying, “I am still here…and I will outlast thee.”

Now, even the spell, itself, began to feel unworthy.

Beware of the dream that you can run away from
Because maybe what’s driving you to shouldn’t

“More of my people have been coming into the world, but it is difficult to have had to come before them to help hold open way.”

“She was the one we eventually learned we could count on.”

“I had not known they were protecting me.”

Ancients so old, they became a part of Time’s fabric – yet could still be reached by those who had worked hard, then broken, then worked hard again for the truth despite society’s unrelenting resistance.

She had wondered why therapies had never gotten to the source of her torment – why they never did more than to simply illuminate truths she had already known, and yet her suffering was still ever present.

There is often an automatic default  misperception in “victims” that somehow they may have caused abuse inflicted upon them – as if they’d had a choice somehow and by being present in that moment of the event(s) had given their consent.

Yet, why could she never absolve herself of this in some form of self forgiveness?

Wherin anchored her imbedded, ruthlessly gripping sense of irrefutable accountability?

Was it because she had chosen to come to this plane, and as horrors inflicted upon her she could hear Elden voices abrading and laughing – because she had, indeed, chosen to be here in this time?

But she had never claimed that Mankind could not be worse than the most vicious of maddened animals.

She had claimed that Good could, would, and wanted to emerge in this species despite pressures – not realizing that she, herself, must apparently become the example!