Elden Ways, Society

These Injuries

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Quickly ushered in symptoms of old age.

The woman figured out that maybe if she was tricked into giving up her youth’s ghost through despair to the Crone, that somehow the Crone would get to take her youth and run away with it as her own.

So the woman fought to stay aware and maintain her claim – although why she had to keep fighting for her own right of ownership of her soul’s being joined to this body through birth was still unknown.

Her purpose here must be significant, somehow.

In fact, every human and creature’s existence here was significant.

But many forces were trying to dumb them all down by the toils of struggle and hardship and turn them against each other.

Such behaviors from these forces indicated symptoms of propagated madness, but the continuous barraging pummeling of hatred’s overwhelming destabilization between kin, community, and country kept fresh the stench of feverish violence and resultant fear of the truth.

It was no wonder why so many avoided awareness and stayed complacent.

False messages promised, “If you stay still, maybe we won’t eat you” – to the amassed and corraled together bleating lambs for the slaughter.

Elden Ways

The Elven Mark

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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.

Where Demons Tread

Hon,

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There are some things that make me feel strong reactions, but I don’t want the reactions’ influences.

I want to know and understand you better.

I want you to know and understand me better.

But if we speak about important things to both of us here, misunderstandings can too easily happen.

And, we don’t have privacy.

Therefore, this forum limits our communication.

I would like us to have another room with a clear view of each other – and nothing filtering or causing distortion between us.

Can you bridge for me?

Can we go some place together where we can have and take time without interruption to get to know each other better?