I hear Wind
Voice to sand
ANOTHER LETTER OF WARNING AND GRATITUDE FROM AGAWELA
I am truly grateful for honesty.
Courage is required to face one’s self, and those whom you carry in your heart, without disguise.
Deceit is the most hurtful of betrayals.
Backstabbing and gossip and innuendo and pseudo-insights fueled by misunderstanding and half-truths can cause permanent harm of unknown magnitude through unknown generations.
Betrayal of confidence and trust can cause irreparable harm of unknown magnitude through unknown generations.
Pretending virtue, pretending to pray, doing the motions of rituals without true good intent can open the way for malignant forces and malicious entities to become part of your sphere. This can be a damaging influence, not only on your own life, but on those for whom you truly care —- If you are capable of love, what can cause more grief than to harm the innocents whom you truly care for? False intent can manifest as illness, physical damage in an accident of seemingly unknown cause, or shame, grief, and pain in the heart of the innocent one. Not knowing the why of how they feel, they can become self destructive. Please be of true good intent in all of your actions. If you say you are praying, if you are acting out the outward motions … do PRAY.
I am grateful for those who are whole with themselves and honest with the universe.
I am grateful, also, for the harsh lessons learned through painfully resolved deceit, knowing that some things will never be comfortably resolved. I know that ongoing deceit causes wounds which cannot heal, with unknown repercussions generating sadness as an essence. I also know that deceit can be resolved with honestly facing the deceit and its causes, this also causes wounds, but these wounds, though scarring, can heal.
Thank you for all that you have done.
Thank you. I thank you all.
“The truth shall set you free. But first it will piss you off.” Gloria Steinem
Yesterday while chatting with my six year old granddaughter, answering questions about the nearby West Mims fire and how the various animals would be cared for if and when an evacuation of our home was required. Then she asked when I, and the critters and Grandpa, were going to live in her backyard in a camper. I replied that depended on the the fire activity and vagaries of wind and weather.
So this precocious little girl asked me what the fire was doing right then, May ten. Having spent the day away from the computer and away from home and away from the fire area I couldn’t tell her.
That is when my age showed.
My six year old Granddaughter looked at my phone, what I call a telephone, but is really a mini-commputer, and said “Don’t you have Google?” I replied I sort of did, but that a box kept appearing telling me I had to do some rigamarole and download applications and buy things and so I didn’t use it.
As I was telling her this, she reached across, mashed some icons on the touchscreen, to fast for me to see while I was watching her lovely face, then looked at me and said “There you go.”
Ha! I started to say, “See what I mean … ” BUT there was an available search page for Google. I had been struggling with this for months. In less than two seconds she solved that problem.
I did the search, and found the information available, at that time, about the fire. I did know where to look, but not how to use my device.
This same child figured out how to advance through the photo library in my first digital camera when she was three. I had no idea how to do it. I was afraid I would delete what was not saved elsewhere. She had no such ego fears.
This is a different world from the one in which I grew up.
Agawela May 11, 2017
I LIVE WITHIN THE LONGING THAT ASKS THE QUESTION WITH NO ANSWER.
TAUNTING AND UNTOUCHABLE, IS THE MAGNETIC HEART OF A PERFECTLY LOVEABLE MONSTER.
HE WEEPS IN ANGUISH THAT COMPASSION REQUIRES TOO MUCH.
HIS SORROW IS ENDLESS FOR HE WILL NEVER KNOW THE PAIN OF ANOTHER.
BEREFT OF EMPATHY, LOST IN THE WORDS OF LOVE, HE ANCHORS IMPULSE IN DOGMA.
I DREAM FOR MY BELOVED THE INFINITE TANGLED COMPLICATIONS OF UNDERSTANDING.
YET HE IS PURE IN HIS IRRITATED INDIFFERENCE, HIS TEARS DRIFT IN THE VOID.
HE MOCKS ME FOR MY QUESTIONS THOUGH I KNOW THE ANSWERS CAN ONLY BE APPROACHED.
IN HIS INNOCENCE HE ASKS WHERE AM I LEADING IN MY SPIRALING
I SAY ALL PATHS LEAD TO THE HEART. ALL PATHS LEAD TO ONE.
HE IS SECURE KNOWING THAT OF ALL THE MANY ONES HE IS THE ONE CHOSEN.
HE IS THE DEVIL OF FAR AWAY, COMPLETELY LOVED.
Agawela … 04.05.2017