A Temporary Relief

If your feeling down and negativity is all around you - Take a white candle, hold it in your hands and ask the Divine to relieve you of all that burdens you. If others are full of anger and dismay- Light the candle to cleans the house and to absorb all the negativity within your place of comfort. You will start to feel better right away. Let the candle burn itself out, of course never leave a candle burning by itself. Remember I said it was temporary, but it will give you time to think clearly and make the changes needed. Blessed Be!

BACK TO THE BOOKS

As of Monday I will be back to hitting the books-drowning myself in reports, homework, writing for the paper, radio air time, oh and did I mention math, Anthropology, Western Art and Honors. My brain will swell with information and the stress of trying to apply it somewhere within my daily crusades. My pulse will race as I try to make the deadlines and my nerves will become fried from trying to memorize all the details so I can pass a test. I will need Folgers by IV, tranquilizer's to stay calm when studying for test, and vivran to stay awake. I will start to get the dark circles under my eyes, and eventually I will become frail and pail -NOT. Honestly, my schedule looks easy this semester, 19 credits in all. Alot of heavy writing, but thats what I do right? I will end up hiding in my office as my family stops in from time to time to make sure I'm still breathing. Red will bring me coffee and reassure me that I will get it done on time. I'll miss my friends, free time and fun. Yet its all worth it. By the time I am 49 I will have achieved my Masters Degree. I will travel the globe writing on all of humanity and teaching all the honors of a Spirit Driven mind, body and soul. I am not Christian, Muslim, Buddhist or Atheist, I am Akashic. No, Not Akasha the Queen of the damned. Of course some might think I am the queen of the damned, especially when I have to tell them the way it is. In short I am a Spiritualist. But more on that later. So drop me a line or two or just stop by and check and see if I still have a pulse.

Once Again

Once Again Many lives I lived. A martyr’s death I perished. The lies they once told. Repeatedly, I'd do again. Life is worth saving. By Ve

The Journey Of New

A journey of unknown destiny is all I can see. But what is this flash to my sight before me? For to the right of the trail is plush, green, and bright. Yet to my left the trail is barren, dead, and affright. A contradiction to my senses I adhere to the command. The keeper stands before me in demand. You must stop my child if you want to continue. You must leave your burdens, bags, and rags. It is time to leave the past behind you. But Sir I not understand, the things you ask to give up are all that I have. There maybe a lie of old, a story untold, and shame of new. Yet this is all I ever knew. For who will I be if I give up all that which is old? I will be as barren as that tree. As empty as a forsaken promise that encapsulate me. I will look affright to all who view me. My child you will need only your will to begin a new. I look to the worn trail beneath my feet. I strip all that has given me betrayal and defeat. The keeper advances my will to begin my new plight. Shadows of the trees appear through the forest light. The sun graces my path darkening all that is old. The woodland deep is just a memory I now behold. Author Ve MacKay

Restless

Restless Children while restless and sad with their tears Stuck in the house, there’s bad weather this day. No desire to play with a doll, or teddy bear The sky is the most terrible shade of grey. With anticipation of a sun filled ray The effects of the cold will have yet to part. And the children hope they can finally play. Yet the sounds of their voice will warm our heart. Oh, please Mr. Sun, shine our way, we do pray It’s boring in the house, please let us out We kids need to play, I heard Jenny say We’ll be quiet as a mouse if you let us of this house. The grey skies have passed a golden sun brought forth A prayer, a plead and a tear shed few holds its worth.

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Ve MacKay