Tree of the knowledge of good and evil.
In the Kabbalah, the sin of the Tree of Knowledge (called Cheit Eitz HaDa’at) brought about the great task of beirurim, sifting through the mixture of good and evil in the world to extract and liberate the sparks of holiness trapped therein.
The elder might indeed have been poisoned, but he kept the world from knowing so that we would not be afraid to reach for the stars.
She had always been kind to everyone around her – even to those deserving of spite and ire.
But as the years grew and he projected fear upon her, spikes protruded from her spine and soft skin became muscled sinew.
By the powers invested and
Granted to every one of us
Daring enough to challenge
Coursing tides of oblivion,
May we each find our soul’s
Match to restore kingdoms.
“The essence of existence…”
From my beloved eldest.
My children are wild weeds
Brought up to seed dreams
Strong spirited like the oak
Crafting wisdom as the owl
Adapting flow within winds
Ocean tide ebbs and swells.
Zoom…look at da baybee!
As I walked back out into the night and looked up at the moon, the intensity of dark rainbow-ring diffusion felt aimed at me – as if the Eye of Heaven was peering directly through its microscopic vision.
Music by Scorpions, “Still Loving You.”
I find it significant upon having certain important dreams that I awaken to snow falling softly onto the ground.
In human form, he occasionally paced while standing guard outside of hall entryway doors, distraught yet displaying assured composure with neutral stance for observers to gain no advantage.
But in wolf form, he came to me when I called softly as I drew near to his position and let me take his worried, heavy head into my hands to cradle it and give him soft, playful smacky kisses over his forehead to help calm his nerves.
Then, I crouch-settled and protectively wrapped my arms around his long-furred shoulders to give him shelter for a few moments in a protective, comforting hug.
Must have someone she can love – even if it’s ifrom a distance.
I remember who I used to be, but I’m not that same person anymore.
So Dame Good!
Groping around for any sense of familarity, she felt confused and bereft because she couldn’t feel how she used to be anymore
We can show the world what it needs to see.
I am beginning to work directly on my injured nec, spine , and leg regions.
Repetition is key to overcoming obstacles while climbing.
Be assured that there will be slides and lost ground in attempting to make progress
But only by persevering will these all eventually be overcome.
Throw the baggage overboard when your boat takes on water, and only count the costs when you reach dry land again.
Zoom in…
And when God came to speak with her as showed her two sets of footsteps through her life when God walked beside her, and then only the one set alone at times, she turned to God in astonished acknowledgement as she pointed to them and God nodded pleased encouragement – “Those are the times that I flew!”
They say we are wrong for daring to dream the impossible…
She had invested in and modeled love for each of them.
They were each now in healthy relationshipes.
But where was her “great reward?”
After adrenaline leaves the system
Jagged with pain coming through,
One’s being considers for a moment
If there’s anything in life left to do
For what can be more important
Than ensuring the family is safe?
As fight or flight leaves the system
Then are felt losses in heartbreak.
An air of independent composure.
“Have you ever been jealous, Jane?” Edward asked.
“No, Sir,” she replied.
“I thought as much, because you have never felt love.
Your soul sleeps.
But there will come a day when you find yourself totally helpless…a fragile wreck in a storm of emotion.”
“You make love sound unpleasant,” Jane countered.
“It is all consuming.
And when it is reciprocated, it brings the greatest pleasure.
And I do believe we all have a right to get some pleasure from this life – don’t you?” Edward asserted.
She had a tendency to see through insignificance and catch the sense of what was of main importance.
It wasn’t that she needed to learn any of the major lessons – for she was a quick study and automatically intuited a great deal of what was important.
Rather, it was that she needed to allow herself to go through the process of experiencing being human, and wait for others’ abilities to catch up to her’s.
She’d held on through the years, regardless of stress or pressures, to ensure some kind of stability for her children to push off from.
At this point, perhaps, her breaking down and fragmenting was long overdue.
“I know that gargoyles don’t migrate – and that you are by nature as a species, categorically stubborn. But I also sense that you have always craved something more than this mere existence has provided,” she coaxed.
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