Dream Teller ponders...
Greetings, All.
First thing this morning I would like to thank all of our guests who have been taking time out of their busy schedules to post messages to our blog. I would also thank you, the visitors, for your support of this site. Through your e-mails you let us know how interested you are in our guests and what they have to say. That, my friends, is what we are all about; teaching about our Kinds, and learning from your Kind.
From the inception of this blog you have learned how quickly things can change (not unexpectedly where we are concerned) and that is why our schedules are always tentative, at best. We do what we can to prioritize and keep things running as smoothly as possible in order to build an ongoing and cohesive site that delivers valuable information, entertainment, and a bit of fun and we thank you for your patience when we are unable to do so.
At the beginning many of our colleagues were skeptical that such a foray into the public eye would do any more than further criticism for our efforts and I have to admit I tended to agree with them. Were it not for the tireless encouragement (brow-beating on occasion) of the younger set among us older ones to get with it and utilize the world wide web, we would not be enjoying the success we have seen thus far. So, I suppose a slice of crow pie is in order and I am sure Kaithlin, that dear heart, will be all too happy to serve it up.
There is a point to be made here. When one gives years of tireless effort in the attempt to set things on the right path and those efforts often seem wasted, one sometimes begins to look at things through jaded eyes. There are many among us who let ourselves (not intentionally) slip into that mode. When you see the things we see, and do the things we do, it tends to sneak up on you, inch by inch, until you wonder why you bother to beat your head against a brick wall. Sound familiar? Happens in every walk of life, no matter your Kind. Some give up, completely, some accept defeat and move on to other things, others go at it from different angles until they either succeed or exhaust every possible angle.
No one of us is immune from failure in some form or fashion but those who succeed are the ones who look at failure as a mere stumbling block in their path to success. Remember my earlier discussion of perception of failure? To give credit where it is due, it is the efforts of our younger generation poking and prodding at us to try alternate methods to reach the public that opened our eyes to the fact that we were allowing our weariness and frustrations to drive us to despair of ever succeeding. We had to learn to listen and recognize the intelligence of the upcoming generation rather than take the tact that our age and experience made us smarter than they.
As we began to close our mouths and open our ears we became aware of how difficult we were making it for our young people to work up the courage to approach us with their ideas. Can you imagine how a young woman of twenty-five years felt about approaching her elders; some of whom are Immortals, others Ancients, and still others a generation or two above her? 'Twas difficult, for we made it so. Thankfully, we (myself included) are learning to give voice and respect to our youth. It would behoove all higher generations of every Kind to climb down off the belief that older is wiser, for then and only then will we discover how well we have taught the next generations.
All of that said was prompted by some of the more recent posts by some of our younger colleagues which I had not had the opportunity to thoroughly read. I have spent the last few hours not only reading but recognizing the maturity and intelligence that inspired them but the value of their messages. I also recognized that our young people are more willing to share their deeper personal thoughts and feelings than their elders; things that give visitors to our site a more indepth look at them as individuals. In my estimation there is no better way than that to give credence to our ways of life and show that while we all have differences, beneath it all, every Kind faces many of the same problems in these modern times.
Some of these young people are in my employ and others work with us on the outside from time to time, but all are representative of what we strive to teach here. While I am often wont to joke about the youthful exuberance and inexperience of the young members of my staff, and our younger guests, I want them and you to know that without them and their insistence to be heard, our efforts would be for naught. They are our tireless driving force, our resistance to accepting failure and defeat and, blessedly, the breath of fresh air we so often need to restore our balance.
So, referencing Kaithlin's post of yesterday you, like me, surely got an eye-opening look at just how a generally fun-loving, happy-go-lucky young woman has a deeper, truer sense for what is more important than skimming the surface of life. She presented to you (and me) the depth of her understanding of an ugly side of life through her own interpretation of the bits and pieces of information that came through this office. Her word picture was powerful; gave one the feel for the children's situation, as well as a sense of what the Warlock who stumbled upon them was faced with and the decisions he had to make to ensure their safety. She let you see that Warlock as a man with feelings and not the ogre that many envision all Warlocks to be.
None who collaborate in these efforts looks for public kudos but sometimes there are those whose efforts deserve publicizing. Along with those I have already mentioned, I feel I must include the Warlock Theiron Dupre in this post. Not only did he stop in after a long and tiring journey and post to this site on Christmas Eve, it was he who left here thinking to make it home for the holiday when he felt the need to detour and check out a place he sensed might yield some clues to the mission he has been on for some time. Imagine his shock at finding what he accidentally found; four abandoned, starving children.
I spoke with Theiron late last evening and he told me he has no doubt that his being in the right place at the right time was pre-ordained. In other words those children were fated to survive what few little ones could have survived. We believe the Fates have something special in store for each of them and he was fated to set them upon their path. Others of you might call it a God-thing or the work of some other Diety and that is fine; as it should be, but the fact remains that some higher power was looking out for them. Some of you will wonder why things were allowed to go so wrong for the innocents before they were found and I say to you that is not ours to question.
At this posting the children's father has not been found. While many will think nothing can absolve him from his sin I caution you against judging without any clear evidence of what actually prompted his actions. Mayhap he went out to find food and met with death in that dangerous swamp, mayhap he simply walked away from his troubles but until, if, he is found it is best left be.
I hope you have found something of value in this posting. Ponder and Blessed May You Be.
First thing this morning I would like to thank all of our guests who have been taking time out of their busy schedules to post messages to our blog. I would also thank you, the visitors, for your support of this site. Through your e-mails you let us know how interested you are in our guests and what they have to say. That, my friends, is what we are all about; teaching about our Kinds, and learning from your Kind.
From the inception of this blog you have learned how quickly things can change (not unexpectedly where we are concerned) and that is why our schedules are always tentative, at best. We do what we can to prioritize and keep things running as smoothly as possible in order to build an ongoing and cohesive site that delivers valuable information, entertainment, and a bit of fun and we thank you for your patience when we are unable to do so.
At the beginning many of our colleagues were skeptical that such a foray into the public eye would do any more than further criticism for our efforts and I have to admit I tended to agree with them. Were it not for the tireless encouragement (brow-beating on occasion) of the younger set among us older ones to get with it and utilize the world wide web, we would not be enjoying the success we have seen thus far. So, I suppose a slice of crow pie is in order and I am sure Kaithlin, that dear heart, will be all too happy to serve it up.
There is a point to be made here. When one gives years of tireless effort in the attempt to set things on the right path and those efforts often seem wasted, one sometimes begins to look at things through jaded eyes. There are many among us who let ourselves (not intentionally) slip into that mode. When you see the things we see, and do the things we do, it tends to sneak up on you, inch by inch, until you wonder why you bother to beat your head against a brick wall. Sound familiar? Happens in every walk of life, no matter your Kind. Some give up, completely, some accept defeat and move on to other things, others go at it from different angles until they either succeed or exhaust every possible angle.
No one of us is immune from failure in some form or fashion but those who succeed are the ones who look at failure as a mere stumbling block in their path to success. Remember my earlier discussion of perception of failure? To give credit where it is due, it is the efforts of our younger generation poking and prodding at us to try alternate methods to reach the public that opened our eyes to the fact that we were allowing our weariness and frustrations to drive us to despair of ever succeeding. We had to learn to listen and recognize the intelligence of the upcoming generation rather than take the tact that our age and experience made us smarter than they.
As we began to close our mouths and open our ears we became aware of how difficult we were making it for our young people to work up the courage to approach us with their ideas. Can you imagine how a young woman of twenty-five years felt about approaching her elders; some of whom are Immortals, others Ancients, and still others a generation or two above her? 'Twas difficult, for we made it so. Thankfully, we (myself included) are learning to give voice and respect to our youth. It would behoove all higher generations of every Kind to climb down off the belief that older is wiser, for then and only then will we discover how well we have taught the next generations.
All of that said was prompted by some of the more recent posts by some of our younger colleagues which I had not had the opportunity to thoroughly read. I have spent the last few hours not only reading but recognizing the maturity and intelligence that inspired them but the value of their messages. I also recognized that our young people are more willing to share their deeper personal thoughts and feelings than their elders; things that give visitors to our site a more indepth look at them as individuals. In my estimation there is no better way than that to give credence to our ways of life and show that while we all have differences, beneath it all, every Kind faces many of the same problems in these modern times.
Some of these young people are in my employ and others work with us on the outside from time to time, but all are representative of what we strive to teach here. While I am often wont to joke about the youthful exuberance and inexperience of the young members of my staff, and our younger guests, I want them and you to know that without them and their insistence to be heard, our efforts would be for naught. They are our tireless driving force, our resistance to accepting failure and defeat and, blessedly, the breath of fresh air we so often need to restore our balance.
So, referencing Kaithlin's post of yesterday you, like me, surely got an eye-opening look at just how a generally fun-loving, happy-go-lucky young woman has a deeper, truer sense for what is more important than skimming the surface of life. She presented to you (and me) the depth of her understanding of an ugly side of life through her own interpretation of the bits and pieces of information that came through this office. Her word picture was powerful; gave one the feel for the children's situation, as well as a sense of what the Warlock who stumbled upon them was faced with and the decisions he had to make to ensure their safety. She let you see that Warlock as a man with feelings and not the ogre that many envision all Warlocks to be.
None who collaborate in these efforts looks for public kudos but sometimes there are those whose efforts deserve publicizing. Along with those I have already mentioned, I feel I must include the Warlock Theiron Dupre in this post. Not only did he stop in after a long and tiring journey and post to this site on Christmas Eve, it was he who left here thinking to make it home for the holiday when he felt the need to detour and check out a place he sensed might yield some clues to the mission he has been on for some time. Imagine his shock at finding what he accidentally found; four abandoned, starving children.
I spoke with Theiron late last evening and he told me he has no doubt that his being in the right place at the right time was pre-ordained. In other words those children were fated to survive what few little ones could have survived. We believe the Fates have something special in store for each of them and he was fated to set them upon their path. Others of you might call it a God-thing or the work of some other Diety and that is fine; as it should be, but the fact remains that some higher power was looking out for them. Some of you will wonder why things were allowed to go so wrong for the innocents before they were found and I say to you that is not ours to question.
At this posting the children's father has not been found. While many will think nothing can absolve him from his sin I caution you against judging without any clear evidence of what actually prompted his actions. Mayhap he went out to find food and met with death in that dangerous swamp, mayhap he simply walked away from his troubles but until, if, he is found it is best left be.
I hope you have found something of value in this posting. Ponder and Blessed May You Be.
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