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God has granted me rights of passage through Hell’s fires others would perish in.

Charred and chafed – my soul more than a little crisped and ragged – I have fought for the day to stand before you.

For all of my life, I have searched for someone to believe in, and though you are mortal and fallible, I believe in what you stand for.

Our ideals are congruent, though we pursue them in our own ways, and in your eyes shines the light of a Sun King – which inspires me.

I asked God about you.

Asked Him to set my feet on The Right Path, and that if to love you was wrong – for it seems I have often been the fool.

All I could feel was the ocean beneath me, deeper than any before, tethered to my heart and lifting.

I am a Wave Runner.

They say that Love is the 7th Wave.

All I know is that it rises, swells, and carries me toward you – for whatever purpose.

Perhaps, the answers for why this is are to be left up to you.

In the Foretelling, we were gifted with the knowledge of our destiny and granted sight to see into the futures of many so that we could direct each other in growing prosperously.

But, somewhere along the way an event happened which fragmented the minds of men, causing them to become violent in madness as they searched for power’s balm to fill the hole which burned like hell’s fire now within them.

Though they felt drawn to women healers, men’s insanity was so complex that they often turned against the women – burning them as witches and suppressing reclamation and further development of enlightened knowledge.

For the source of their angst was a parasite bent upon propagating its own species, as it had found the human body and intelligence quite comfortable and useful as its host parent – and it craved to corrupt The Infinite.

In this caverned home, she has retreated, grown accustomed to the solace of her nature retracting into itself upon repeatedly finding that interaction with the human world was less than comforting.

She had the minimum to survive, here, and each room had a purpose within which she could continue to focus and hone her talents – from domestic and family, to creative expression, to far-seeing scrying.

In this particular room with the natural-formed stone slab-like table, she stood with her back thighs against it and her hands clasped behind her, leaning back a little as her face turned up to the sunlight filterng in a bright shaft to bathe her upturned face with eyes closed in its glow.

She sent out a call with her body-mind’s spirit, asking for him to find her – aware of the distances involved and all of the barriers’ inclinations to keep them from igniting their purpose together, and instead, growing old.

Dozing between clients in my car with fhe waning day’s sunlight gently angling from my left into driver’s side venue, my spirit wandered slightly unattached to body.

And I realized that childhood bliss is when we let our hearts lead us without questioning, as we did when younger – just wanting to be out in the sun.