You ignore the veil of the other world that waves right next to you. I am one who has no choice… this world, in the veil or the other side. This world is trying to maintain insanity. In the veil is a constant struggle for balance. Behind the veil is peace. My mind is not “sane”, and I am able to be free of constraints behind the veil. I’m also socially unacceptable & frightening. I did not come from obscurity; I am obscurity 

The Raven leaves its perch on the bust of Pallas. He comes to visit with me deep within my soul. Oh Edgar, I do love your precious winged friend. He loves me back and comforts the parts of my nightmare-stricken soul. Peacefully, I pet his velvet wings and he will make a small and creepy noise of comfort. He understands that the macabre is my solace. The more viscera and gore I read or see, the more I am at ease. Nothing is as scary as the devil I was forced to be parented by. Or the sister who had a black and grotesque creature with her always. My Raven is dark beauty and love. My sister’s creature was twisted with malice and rotted her to the core. She was my sister, but she knew nothing of a sister’s bond. 

The veil wraps around me and protects me. I live in both the living world and the world of our ancestors. Their wisdom flows in my veins and out into the hand of another if it is wanted. I do not know strangers because I see straight into your soul. Warmth and love are waiting in my hands. All you must do is risk your soul because if there is malice in you, pain will flow. Not physically, but in your life. Karma will come and reap her rewards. 

For I have been a servant to Karma for many years. I am her whip of glad or sad. Of pain or comfort. Of peace or empty and hollow. All of us have the ability to reap the rewards of Karma. Simply open a door for someone and Karma will smile.  Let someone into traffic. Smile at a stranger. Can you imagine if there were so many simple little kindnesses in our world?  How many more smiles would there be? The laughter of children would ring out more because they feel the world more deeply than most adults do. I have not forgotten how to think like and imagine like a child. I see the world and its people with unconditional love and without prejudice. Children are not born with malice, racism, prejudice or hatred. It is learned and that is truly sad.  What would our world be like if all children, up through high school, were taught to always be kind? What if bullies were punished appropriately? My hope is that the sadness, the malice, the demons of the world would have nothing to feed on and would perish.

How would that story be told???

© 2022 “I see… what others refuse to see.
I am… what others refuse to be”
Lady Kate Phillips