A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Unicorns, Where Demons Tread

You Make Me Believe

She’d had to allow the corruption to become a part of her in order to survive, neutralizing and owning it while bound to its puppet strings.

He’d met her there in the darkness – had called out to bridge with love’s intention, awakening the passion she’d held under tight leash as it ignited her need to embrace him.

But when she saw him suddenly in person in a brief glance shared that none before could ever compare, her hidden innocence suddenly recognized his hidden innocence – and two pairs of wide blue eyes starled back to their cores in a flash of white gold brilliance.

Transformed into unicorns and both confused by their suddenly repairing souls’ clammoring to take this union seriously, their high spirits kicked up heels in overwhelm – and tossing heads fled to opposite directions for safe distance.

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Where Demons Tread

Finding Love In A Friend

She came upon a singing class practicing low pressure, cozy outdoor performances in a little cafe outer nook with supportive atmosphere.

He was there, phasing in and out of his younger to now form and they linked somehow at distance.

Both extremely shy in person, their nerves became more secure over time during the practice as when one would look toward the other the other would receive and give back just a tiny bit more.

“Yes…hello…I’m here…I like you,” careful yet clear signaling throughout the session passed between them.

Toward the end of the class, she sang a little over the recording, just trying to get the words smooth and right, and then he followed, lightly playing with stretching tones upward.

By the end of his song, she felt some slight confidance inside bloom where she never had before – and got reinforcement from his glance lingering in her direction that he felt the same, too.

Her heartbeat quickened as the class began to end because she felt the first sense of real hope that he would want to spend time with her – and that maybe their connection would grow and become something that they both could keep, instead of something shallow that often quickly ends.

—

(Last of last night’s dreams)

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“So this issue regarding the marriage conundrum is still a thing…

There seems no way to escape that door shutting after a couple marries and they are ‘shoved close into the room of their lives’ together.

From what I can surmise, the only way their relationship will have a chance to survive and grow is if they unpack everything right then and there – truthfully and honestly while identifying strengths, weaknesses, goals, dreams, desires, where they are vulnerable to outside and internal influences and strategizing and committing to be a team dedicated to each other’s mutual flourishing.

But most people don’t know this about marriage needing to have a blueprint or survival kit – and then suddenly the ghosts and ghoulies from inside and externally decide to come visiting.

Pressures, ‘babes’ – they get squeezed, pulled, crushed & compressed, and then project negatively onto each other for it.

I’m just speaking of the casualties – the ones who don’t make it.

I don’t know how those who make it get through this stage – except to say that it would seem to be an essential part of due diligence to at least discuss these things prior to marriage for ensuring that the couple at least starts off on a same page that they could return to and refashion for reconnection and rebonding with each other.

And, I can say that having already tried longterm relationships without marriage, something vital in commitment was always very much lacking.

What do you think about these concepts, what has been your experience, and what do you think could work well to ensure evolving success in partnership?

A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“I’m not ok.

I’ve been literally set back.

I am needing to dissociate.

I couldn’t remain exposed and overextended.

The reality is that I am alone inside here.

And who and what I am is withdrawing due to the injury.

I mean, getting smacked by the universe turning and dumping me onto my head is just purely unnecessary.

I am in shock and not progressing on things even to prior limited capacities.

I am upset somewhere – very upset.

And lost in the undertow of things.

And you are not here, so what is real?

I reach out and just find me.

I need more than this to keep bridging.”

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“Are we both so fragile that we need each other’s presence kept at a safe distance?

What happened to the bravery that has carried us so far to this point?

Barely holding on, I think.

We are still barely holding on.

And the lie is that we are better off, more protected if we stay in our own known quadtants – rather than leaping to risk and allowing ourselves to make a mess of it all for creating a new and better shared existence.

Oh yes, it’s going to take work.

And oh yes, we are going to feel very afraid at times and disiriented.

But we’d have each other – do you hear me clearly?

We’d have each other to build trust with and learn how we can rely on each other in true partnership.”

New Beginnings, Songs, Where Demons Tread

“Let’s Aspire” (Song)

By Athena Stairs, November 14, 2025

Oh secret smile shared with demure eyes
Angelic blessings can no longer disguise

Come and let me touch the Face of Love
Teeth like a cat’s voice smooth as a dove

Only a halo burning bright for pure Truth
Could survive Hell’s fire walls undeterred

Tranforming ash into heat’s molten desire
Wings of supernova stardust lift us higher

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A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, Where Demons Tread

StarLight

“The pressures of the years rapidly increasing from the accident’s fallout have produced pronounced silver strands to either side of my cheek bones – which I always thought would be cool, but the Crone is definitely getting to drink her fill.”

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“Where is the room for courtship and romance?

Is it enough of a start to have spoken our shared truths at distance?

I wore a mask today to protect my fellow healer students.

But doing so overheated my brain and recycled whatever I was fighting off so now I feel feverish.

So if, for example, we were to meet this evening, my instincts would be to turn you away to protect you.

Or…

The only other option would be to invite you in where we would instantly (hopefully) succumb to sleep together – and I would likely infect you.

Are we allowed to just cross that line and fall into natural rhythms together?

Why do I feel like I’ve always known you – as though we are tethered?”