Celestial Council of Elders, are they?
Are these the same Elders that control the battleground for the one on one fighting of "Magical People"?
Are these the same Elders that I have been working with, cursing, and used pot and alcohol to get them out of my head?
Are these the same Elders who are amused to have me discover that I am a contrary and a two spirit?
I have seen and stood under that arch no armor, but my magick, no weapons, but my magick. Trial by fire my first time as I was going up against someone with far more "this life" experiance.
At one time she showed me how she could kill me and drive off with no one the wiser. A bicycle can't beat a car, no matter what.
The Elders who when I was young woke the gifts of hearing grass, trees, animals, other peoples thoughts and feelings. Not putting someone in my way who could explain what was happening to me. Scared, yes, frustrated, yes, not knowing which way to turn first. Not understanding what was the next step. The only way I had to learn was from their voices and the animals and books that they put in my path. Hating my gifts as a curse, because I walked the edge of an abys as it was so hard for me to seperate this reality from the other reality. As if there was ever a real seperation for they are one and the same.
The Elders who gave me the grand joke of having to discover so much under this skin as a contrary who has such a problem with authority and yet doesn't act like it to the authority figures. If they only relized, but I'm sure they do. ( Lughing at myself)
The other part is the two-spirit vision(not dream for me) that let me know that being a lesbian wasn't a bad thing just a different thing and in trying to blend my life together for me I need to show others how not to blend theirs. Chaos is natural for me, but not for everyone else.
These Elders are they the same ones who keep putting different women in my path to see how far I will stray and what "type" I will fall for now. I get so angry because the women who are my intelectual equils are untouchable in so many ways and the women I can touch are ones that I feel that I am their teacher not a partner or just lover.
All this time, and all the situations, all the trials by fire. I will not ask why they have done this. I will say that I have growled so much that I feel somehow I will never stop.
Are these the same Elders that I have been working with, cursing, and used pot and alcohol to get them out of my head?
Are these the same Elders who are amused to have me discover that I am a contrary and a two spirit?
I have seen and stood under that arch no armor, but my magick, no weapons, but my magick. Trial by fire my first time as I was going up against someone with far more "this life" experiance.
At one time she showed me how she could kill me and drive off with no one the wiser. A bicycle can't beat a car, no matter what.
The Elders who when I was young woke the gifts of hearing grass, trees, animals, other peoples thoughts and feelings. Not putting someone in my way who could explain what was happening to me. Scared, yes, frustrated, yes, not knowing which way to turn first. Not understanding what was the next step. The only way I had to learn was from their voices and the animals and books that they put in my path. Hating my gifts as a curse, because I walked the edge of an abys as it was so hard for me to seperate this reality from the other reality. As if there was ever a real seperation for they are one and the same.
The Elders who gave me the grand joke of having to discover so much under this skin as a contrary who has such a problem with authority and yet doesn't act like it to the authority figures. If they only relized, but I'm sure they do. ( Lughing at myself)
The other part is the two-spirit vision(not dream for me) that let me know that being a lesbian wasn't a bad thing just a different thing and in trying to blend my life together for me I need to show others how not to blend theirs. Chaos is natural for me, but not for everyone else.
These Elders are they the same ones who keep putting different women in my path to see how far I will stray and what "type" I will fall for now. I get so angry because the women who are my intelectual equils are untouchable in so many ways and the women I can touch are ones that I feel that I am their teacher not a partner or just lover.
All this time, and all the situations, all the trials by fire. I will not ask why they have done this. I will say that I have growled so much that I feel somehow I will never stop.
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