A New Day
Bonjour, mes amies.
'Tis a new day and as we are wont to say here, at Dream Teller's Lair, each new day affords each of us the opportunity to begin again, or try again. 'Tis no matter what has gone undone, what is incomplete, or what requires another attempt, for the opportunity is at hand. Let nothing stop you, nor allow no one to tell you it is a waste of time; beginning anew, trying again, for that is what life is about. Each new day is a gift no' to be squandered in the depths of despair, nor tossed aside with disregard. No one of us knows how much time we have on this plane, so I urge each of you to use your gift of time, but wisely.
'Tis but making the fair effort, regardless of past mistakes, that defines one as a doer or a slacker. One can whine, moan, and complain that life is unfair and let life lead one, or one can accept that there is no such thing as perfection and take what life has to offer, and turn it to one's advantage. 'Tis that, turning life's offerings to one's advantage which requires effort, and effort is the driving force that prevents one from becoming one of the down trodden.
The point? Striving to achieve to the best of one's ability is the hallmark of one's value as a living being. One can only accomplish what one attempts, for nothing comes without a price tag. Whether the price paid is time and effort spent in the pursuit of whatever one is seeking, and the use of all one has at one's disposal, whatever one seeks requires the expenditure of both time and effort. No great mystery in that.
Many of you have questioned your inability to accomplish certain tasks you have set for yourself. Mayhap it is no' inability nor the lack of resources that prevents the accomplishment, but something far more important; a gift, unrealized, if you will. Have you ever considered that what you seek may no' be in your best interest? Mayhap the accomplishment of a particular effort could well turn out to be a disaster; even place you in the path of grave danger.
Aye, that. Most often one does no' recognize disaster or danger in the making, thus one's perceived failure is no' failure at all, but the accomplishment; a warning gained, which one has overlooked. Ponder, as you read the following e-mail answers. Kaithlin.
To Portia in Louisiana: 'Tis the desire to be what you are no' meant to be which keeps that door closed to you. The one who has been assigned to stand guard over you, your Spirit-Guide, works tirelessly on your behalf. What is beyond that door is no' what you have been told to expect, but a darkness so evil it will consume the essence of who you truly are. Stay away, child, for upon entering that domain you will never again know peace and serenity. Take heed; one's Guide is only allowed to do so much on one's behalf, and if one ignores the signs of danger deliberately strewn along one's path of effort, one will be lost to self and time. Blessed May You Be.
To Lonnie in Texas: 'Tis of no matter where it began, but where that path will end. To romanticize what has no romantic origins is to fantasize. In continuing to do so, you will only set yourself up for the inevitable and that, the inevitable, is the pay off for your foolishness. You are typical of those types sought out for just such as is being used to lure you to danger. Step back and look at all you have told to me, young man. If your common sense does not warn you away then heed my warning; 'tis the gravest mistake you will ever make, if you continue down that path. Do no' let your heart rule your head or you will lose it in a most gruesome manner.
To Jada in Maryland: It has been brought to my attention that you frequently visit my blog. As I have no other way of reaching you, 'tis my hope you will read this before it is too late. Recognize yourself in this; you, Jada, with eyes the color of the cornflower, hair the color of cornsilk, and the birthmark of the Faery behind your left ear. You are in danger from she who proclaims to be Faery of the Woodland race. Distance yourself from her, for she seeks to take your gifts for her own. She is in league with a powerful Warlock who aids and abets her efforts, for his own gain. You walk in the white light and they in the dark, and he is powerful enough to extinguish your light, lest you be aware. Call upon the white light of protection, believe in your gifts of Faery, and use them wisely. Be no' afraid of who you are, for your path is one of right and good. If you recognize yourself in this, let me hear from you, immediately. One of my colleagues is set to assist you, and it is with her that you will learn of your true origins and the extent of your gifts. Blessed May You Be.
To Tricia in Oregon: Nay, nay, nay! What were you thinking, girl? 'Tis no' too late to abandon such foolishness. Do no' go through with the initiation, and rid yourself of all such tools, as you mentioned in your e-mail. Burn them at the eleventh hour before midnight of the night before the initiation. Do no' let yourself be caught out and about at the rise of the full moon, that night. Stay behind closed doors, for he is no' Warlock and canno' cross your threshhold without invitation. Blessed May You Be.
To Thane in Ohio: Me thinks you the fool. You are no' from Ohio and your name is no' Thane. You are from Pennsylvania, live in New York, and your name is Thomas. How is that for accuracy from whom you declare a charletan? Wake up and smell the coffee, little man, for you joust with one who is no' deceived by your insolence, nor your lies. Take care you do no' call down upon your head that which you have no hope of recognizing before it is too late, much less defeating. Count yourself blessed that I have no' the time nor the inclination to administer your just desserts. Fair warning is given.
To Shey in California: Aye, and 'tis nothing but short of impossible. Would that we could but no matter how we wish it, 'tis no help for it. I applaud your wisdom, and your choice will lead you in the right direction. Walk your chosen path and let nothing, nor anyone, sway you from that direction. Look to your mentor when times get rough, as they surely will, for in the end you will discover that he is much more than you perceive him to be and, too, you will find the answers you seek at the end of your journey. Blessed May You Be.
'Tis a new day and as we are wont to say here, at Dream Teller's Lair, each new day affords each of us the opportunity to begin again, or try again. 'Tis no matter what has gone undone, what is incomplete, or what requires another attempt, for the opportunity is at hand. Let nothing stop you, nor allow no one to tell you it is a waste of time; beginning anew, trying again, for that is what life is about. Each new day is a gift no' to be squandered in the depths of despair, nor tossed aside with disregard. No one of us knows how much time we have on this plane, so I urge each of you to use your gift of time, but wisely.
'Tis but making the fair effort, regardless of past mistakes, that defines one as a doer or a slacker. One can whine, moan, and complain that life is unfair and let life lead one, or one can accept that there is no such thing as perfection and take what life has to offer, and turn it to one's advantage. 'Tis that, turning life's offerings to one's advantage which requires effort, and effort is the driving force that prevents one from becoming one of the down trodden.
The point? Striving to achieve to the best of one's ability is the hallmark of one's value as a living being. One can only accomplish what one attempts, for nothing comes without a price tag. Whether the price paid is time and effort spent in the pursuit of whatever one is seeking, and the use of all one has at one's disposal, whatever one seeks requires the expenditure of both time and effort. No great mystery in that.
Many of you have questioned your inability to accomplish certain tasks you have set for yourself. Mayhap it is no' inability nor the lack of resources that prevents the accomplishment, but something far more important; a gift, unrealized, if you will. Have you ever considered that what you seek may no' be in your best interest? Mayhap the accomplishment of a particular effort could well turn out to be a disaster; even place you in the path of grave danger.
Aye, that. Most often one does no' recognize disaster or danger in the making, thus one's perceived failure is no' failure at all, but the accomplishment; a warning gained, which one has overlooked. Ponder, as you read the following e-mail answers. Kaithlin.
To Portia in Louisiana: 'Tis the desire to be what you are no' meant to be which keeps that door closed to you. The one who has been assigned to stand guard over you, your Spirit-Guide, works tirelessly on your behalf. What is beyond that door is no' what you have been told to expect, but a darkness so evil it will consume the essence of who you truly are. Stay away, child, for upon entering that domain you will never again know peace and serenity. Take heed; one's Guide is only allowed to do so much on one's behalf, and if one ignores the signs of danger deliberately strewn along one's path of effort, one will be lost to self and time. Blessed May You Be.
To Lonnie in Texas: 'Tis of no matter where it began, but where that path will end. To romanticize what has no romantic origins is to fantasize. In continuing to do so, you will only set yourself up for the inevitable and that, the inevitable, is the pay off for your foolishness. You are typical of those types sought out for just such as is being used to lure you to danger. Step back and look at all you have told to me, young man. If your common sense does not warn you away then heed my warning; 'tis the gravest mistake you will ever make, if you continue down that path. Do no' let your heart rule your head or you will lose it in a most gruesome manner.
To Jada in Maryland: It has been brought to my attention that you frequently visit my blog. As I have no other way of reaching you, 'tis my hope you will read this before it is too late. Recognize yourself in this; you, Jada, with eyes the color of the cornflower, hair the color of cornsilk, and the birthmark of the Faery behind your left ear. You are in danger from she who proclaims to be Faery of the Woodland race. Distance yourself from her, for she seeks to take your gifts for her own. She is in league with a powerful Warlock who aids and abets her efforts, for his own gain. You walk in the white light and they in the dark, and he is powerful enough to extinguish your light, lest you be aware. Call upon the white light of protection, believe in your gifts of Faery, and use them wisely. Be no' afraid of who you are, for your path is one of right and good. If you recognize yourself in this, let me hear from you, immediately. One of my colleagues is set to assist you, and it is with her that you will learn of your true origins and the extent of your gifts. Blessed May You Be.
To Tricia in Oregon: Nay, nay, nay! What were you thinking, girl? 'Tis no' too late to abandon such foolishness. Do no' go through with the initiation, and rid yourself of all such tools, as you mentioned in your e-mail. Burn them at the eleventh hour before midnight of the night before the initiation. Do no' let yourself be caught out and about at the rise of the full moon, that night. Stay behind closed doors, for he is no' Warlock and canno' cross your threshhold without invitation. Blessed May You Be.
To Thane in Ohio: Me thinks you the fool. You are no' from Ohio and your name is no' Thane. You are from Pennsylvania, live in New York, and your name is Thomas. How is that for accuracy from whom you declare a charletan? Wake up and smell the coffee, little man, for you joust with one who is no' deceived by your insolence, nor your lies. Take care you do no' call down upon your head that which you have no hope of recognizing before it is too late, much less defeating. Count yourself blessed that I have no' the time nor the inclination to administer your just desserts. Fair warning is given.
To Shey in California: Aye, and 'tis nothing but short of impossible. Would that we could but no matter how we wish it, 'tis no help for it. I applaud your wisdom, and your choice will lead you in the right direction. Walk your chosen path and let nothing, nor anyone, sway you from that direction. Look to your mentor when times get rough, as they surely will, for in the end you will discover that he is much more than you perceive him to be and, too, you will find the answers you seek at the end of your journey. Blessed May You Be.
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