Me before I was told I was different.
Me before I realized how many ways I was different,
and what that would mean for me.
This is me when I was free.
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Today is the Eve of Christmas Eve. Luke 2:9-12And, lo, the Angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about the...
In other words, this is you before you found out that you *weren’t* free. I have similar photos of myself; they’re of good quality because my dad was a photographer. What I didn’t know then was that a great many of the opportunities for joy that seemed to beckon would be withdrawn, or even crushed and destroyed. What I didn’t know is that there is a war on joy, and on those who can see faeries.
ReplyDeleteSounds kinda grim and maybe too negative, doesn’t it? Unfortunately I don’t think I’ve told any lies.
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Yet we still Believe.
ReplyDeleteSomeone who is knowledgeable in occult matters told me that one is more likely to encounter nature spirits around wood or plants, rather than around steel. They don’t like iron. It’s something to do with etheric energy.
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This may be why modern cities as so soulless.
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