Poisoned Arrows where let fly
Before I was born.
But I intersected
With Poisoned Arrows
As a child in a Montana winter.
As I grew, I became a target
For flying Arrows meant
For me, sometimes for others,
Sometimes meant for no one.
I became also myself and no one.
I was alerted to a miracle,
Which I did not perceive
Though secretly I had wished,
For this exact personal miracle.
Because I thought it too selfish,
In shame I never voiced,
I did not allow myself to hear,
My desire for the manifestation of
Poisoned Arrows to be taken from me.
There is much yet to do,
And healing with scars.
Poison Arrows are killing me.
Scars do not and are of no concern.
I am grateful.
Bear … 05.16.2014ⓒ Bearspawprint
It was forty days, exactly, from sight of GOD’S SMILE, that it was physically possible for this particular cycle to be activated.
… a WP reader in Indonesia told me something would happen, in a reply to
the VII GOD SMILED blog post. This message/prophesy was entirely unexpected, as was it’s fulfillment, which is ongoing. If you are interested, his comment is here:
I have received lots of messages, for which I am grateful. I do not always interpret them as specific information, but more as a general state of being. These sorts of messages are around us, and in us, all of the time. Only occasionly am I able to express their being. I am grateful.