it’s been a time…

 

‘Protect yourself and those you love, as you see fit’¬† Krystal Madison

It’s been a hell of a few months¬† and an even bigger week.¬†¬†Climaxing with a trip to the hospital in an¬†ambulance late yesterday… with chest pains and blood pressure dangerously high.¬† The ‘invasion’ here at Mahalia has taken its effect.¬† I’ve tried the talking, the asking, the pleading, on ears filled with other concerns… work, profit, getting the job done, with no regard for human casualties.¬† Yes,¬†that’s not new.¬† But to have it¬†so close is a massive shock.¬† And we know how shock affects the human body.

At present I cannot afford to feel any heightened emotions… I need to keep myself calm.¬† I may need to leave here, stay away until they’re finished.¬†¬†I don’t know where or how.¬† And my dear familiar, Snowie, where do I take her?

I’ve mentioned before, I have Gypsy blood.¬† Being a ‘Lightworker’, peace lover, I’ve not turned to it much.¬† A few times, when I felt¬†my life was threatened.¬† Mum said her Dad was a Gypsy.¬† She painted the most exotic picture.¬† A¬†dashingly handsome man with black hair and piercing¬†dark eyes… who opened beer bottles with his large white teeth.¬†¬†He was a Devlin.¬†¬†An Irish Travellers name I’ve been told.¬† He was born in Glasgow, Scotland where he lived until coming to Australia around 1910.¬† I never met him, so only have the stories.¬†But yes, I feel his presence and those of his ancestors.

Mum’s acute sixth sense was¬†just¬†a plaything for us as kids, like a game. ¬†Once when we were still young we were¬†walking up the street to catch¬†the bus in Sydney, where we lived.¬† It was quite a steep hill, we couldn’t see the buses from where we were.¬†¬†‘What bus is coming Mum?’ we’d ask her.¬† We’d get to the top of the hill and there it was. ¬†She was always right.¬† We laughed and laughed.¬† It was a play thing.¬†¬†But unfortunately it isn’t.¬† Not understanding¬†what it was, how could we?¬†¬† As I grew older, I observed my mother and this ability she had to see behind steel.¬† I don’t think she understood it either.¬† This was to her detriment in the end.¬† This ‘taking on’ I believe contributed to her early death.

This is not my path… an early death.¬† I will not and am not taking on the victim role.¬† This has gone for far too long.¬† I will not do from anger, but I will do from strength.¬† I know I’ve inherited the genes of the Gypsy line.¬† I’ve seen and remembered things.¬† I remembered how to curse.¬† Not the words of a Lightworker?¬† Gypsy lore is eye for an eye.¬† All fair in love and war.¬† My responsiblity is to protect myself, my precious life, and those of my loved ones.¬† I am not a sheep to the slaughter.

It’s taken a while… sixty-six in just over a month.¬† I’m ready to be who I am.¬† Of course I wish no ‘body’ any harm.¬† But to protect myself I will do what is¬†needed.

It can take many years to understand your uniqueness.  Nothing was created without due consideration.  It was created to be used.  So conditioned from childhood we are, to become a loyal member of the masses.  This can kill us.

My dear Dad’s favourite expression… ‘there’s no such thing as a coincidence’.¬†¬†I feel a strength and presence¬†revealing itself.¬† Yes, It’s been¬†here all along… but maybe now’s the time to use it.

What is¬†‘magick’ after all… the understanding of nature’s laws, of how energy works.

 

I wish you well… lotsa luv marilynxxx

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marilyn

I love to write . . . I love to appreciate all the beauty in life. I find comfort and healing in dear Mother Nature's bounty, creative projects fill my home ~ everywhere. I've done many things and more await me ~ life is a journey, a creative adventure. I often say thank you for all that's been given.

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