Lea, a true Witch, born
Fair morning, all.
'Tis what some would consider a gloomy, sultry morning in this part of the country. But if one but takes the time to consider all things, Mother Nature blesses us in many ways. The rain is a much needed relief from the drought-like conditions that often prevails for long periods here in the South. As the new day dawns, flowers and trees are soaking up the bounty and presenting a colorful profusion in stark contrast to the gray canopy, above. If one pauses to listen, one might discover that the gentle patter of rain has a soothing effect upon the psyche; a therapeutic easing, that can drive away stress and strife and fill one with a sense of peace and well-being. It is a therapy no money can buy. So, for those of you who awakened this day with a full agenda and not enough time to fulfill it, take a moment and soak up the beauty in all that you see and hear.
It matters not what the weather conditions are in your part of the world, for there is beauty to be found in all types of conditions. Aye, even a ferocious storm has it's own merits, for all it's wild beauty cannot be rivaled nor duplicated.
I am called Lea, Dream Teller's guest for this day. When this blog was conceived, I was issued a standing invitation to visit with you. I have looked forward to the time when I would be free to do so, and I arrived late last evening. I have known Dream Teller for some time but as we are both quite busy, I have never had the opportunity to visit overlong in her home. I find her to be a hostess unlike any other; generous, wholly aware of her guests every need, and she provides for those, without fail. While she employs a household staff, she personally sees to the comfort of her guests, rather than leave them feeling as if they have landed in a hotel.
Her home has a subtle elegance that does not detract from one's instant sense of warmth and comfort; that one is allowed to relax and put the feet up, if one so chooses. I have visited many homes where wealth abounds but leaves one cold and not at all comfortable; showcases, with style but no warmth. Here, one can wander into the large kitchen and brew a cup of tea, filch goodies from among the delicious array of homebaked items, and continue on to relax wherever one chooses.
This morning I am sitting at a table in my spacious, beautifully appointed room with my laptop while I munch on beignets (a Cajun sweet, something between a cookie and a cake) and sip my herbal tea, listening to the patter of rain outside the window. I cannot remember the last time I had a chance to relax, as I am now doing. But I digress.
My reason for being here is to offer you some information. As I traveled here, I wondered what I might speak to you about that would provide you with interest, as well as insight. I decided to depart from the ususal tellings of the life of a Witch (aye, and I am a true Witch, born) and concentrate on what I consider my true calling. While I am blessed with many gifts, it is the one of sight; past, present, and future, which I most rely upon in my daily dealings. I have always been one to follow my heart and so I put my talents to use in the area dearest to my heart; in service to children.
There are many, varied ways to assist those special little people, but early on in my life I found I had no real choice in the matter. 'Twas my fate to seek and find those lost and abused little souls preyed upon by those who would harm them. 'Tis a stressful, often dibilitating occupation, at best, but one I find most fulfilling. Even when the end result is dire, as it most often is, I learned to find the good in what I do. Often difficult to find, some good; but when one looks upon a broken little body, tossed aside like so much garbage, or buried or hidden without care, I have to reach way down deep inside and find the right of what I am doing.
I employ several different methods in my searches that take me across this country. Most often, my search begins as the result of a sudden feeling or something akin to a dream. They come out of nowhere, those, day or night. Lost little spirits, or physically alive, children send out pleas for help in ways not often received or understood by the majority of common folk.
I do not consider myself a Psychic, such as those one ordinarily encounters, but a Seer; a vessel, through which thoughts and feelings of others may be heard and felt. There are times when I see and feel past experiences, present ones, or something set to take place in the near future. Often, those thoughts and feelings are clouded for they may come from another; a fearful mother, father, or other relative of the child, or even those of the abuser. I must then sift through the chaos and decipher the message; see it for what it truly is. I may gain the vision of a place, a person, or thing and then I must go about letting the vision or feeling stretch and shape itself into something clearer. Mayhap I will see a street sign, the number on a particular dwelling, and such. From there it must evolve such that I can pin-point a state, city, or town and so on.
It may sound as if that would take an intermidible amount of time. Sometimes it does, other times it evolves in a matter of minutes, or hours. But as I have grown adept over the years, I have honed my senses to the point that I can sometimes speed up the process; hurry it along, if you will. I do that by opening myself to whoever entreats me. One must take great care in doing such a thing, for if one is not adept, the consequences of exposing one's self can be dire. It requires a great deal of energy, for exposing one's self is draining on the physical and spiritual self. One might liken the sensation to a tug of war within one's self; the physical and the spiritual being pulled apart from opposite directions.
Once the scope of the vision or the feeling is enhanced, the real work begins. If it is a fearful person or spirit attempting to contact me, the clues can clutter the mind by virtue of the many that trip over themselves. If it is the abuser, by the nature of the beast, the clues are often misleading. One must keep in mind that those of an abuser are not deliberately sent out, but ooze from the wicked mind to accidentally snake their way, without the abuser's knowledge. 'Tis a nasty situation, that, which has a dreadful feeling attached to it.
Some of you may wonder if I work with others; law enforcement, other Seers, or Psychics. Generally, no, for there are too many consequences of that. I prefer to work alone, and at such time that authorities need to be informed, I discreetly provide them with anonymous information. Sometimes they need an extra push to get them moving and I have my ways of accomplishing that, I assure you. I am not one to seek the lime-light, as some do so I remain behind the scenes.
My one weakness is my desire to avenge the child and though that is not a wholly acceptable desire in most m inds, I do whatever needs doing to see to it that just punishment is delivered. Whether that is leading law enforcement officials to the perpetrator, or calling upon friends and acquaintences who are of like mind as me, where children are concerned, I fit the punisment to the crime. 'Tis a favorite method of mine to punish a rapist or murderer of little ones by setting a Vampyre, Warlock, or Sorceress loose upon the fiend. I make no apologies for doing so, and I sleep well at night when the task is accomplished.
For the most part, I see no reason to send such a perpetrator to jail to enjoy those privileges that should not be afforded them.To my way of thinking, they deserve no rights at all; not one. Another method I might employ is to set the stage so that another type of criminal and the child abuser become enemies and with a little extra 'help' the other criminal does away with the abuser and then, him/her self takes the fall for the murder. What better way to rid the streets of another useless piece of garbage?
As you can see, I have no mercy for those who take what they will without a care for others. So be it. While you might think I set myself up as judge and jury, I see it as doing what the Fates decree. We do not all live by the same laws, and justice must serve as it must. I am not downing your laws, for they certainly serve a true purpose, but our laws serve where yours often fail. Each of us has the right to freedom and every child, regardless of race, creed, or age deserves to feel safe and loved until such time that they are able to defend their lives and feedoms. So, judge me harshly, if you must, but remember that there are those of us looking out for your little ones, or those who have no one to look out for them. Children are gifts and if you fail to protect them, as they are meant to be protected, they will be taken from you; most often in the most horrendous of ways. Love them, protect them to your dying breath, but never, ever, allow them to fall behind those things you consider important.
In these days and times where both parents work, many children are left to their own devices, while others are considered worthless due to circumstances beyond their control. Whatever their circumstances, it is the adults who must see to their safety. Regardless of whether a needy child is yours, or not, to ignore their needs is shameful; sinful. Beware you do not lose your soul for your willful ignoring of what needs doing. Blessed May You All Be.
'Tis what some would consider a gloomy, sultry morning in this part of the country. But if one but takes the time to consider all things, Mother Nature blesses us in many ways. The rain is a much needed relief from the drought-like conditions that often prevails for long periods here in the South. As the new day dawns, flowers and trees are soaking up the bounty and presenting a colorful profusion in stark contrast to the gray canopy, above. If one pauses to listen, one might discover that the gentle patter of rain has a soothing effect upon the psyche; a therapeutic easing, that can drive away stress and strife and fill one with a sense of peace and well-being. It is a therapy no money can buy. So, for those of you who awakened this day with a full agenda and not enough time to fulfill it, take a moment and soak up the beauty in all that you see and hear.
It matters not what the weather conditions are in your part of the world, for there is beauty to be found in all types of conditions. Aye, even a ferocious storm has it's own merits, for all it's wild beauty cannot be rivaled nor duplicated.
I am called Lea, Dream Teller's guest for this day. When this blog was conceived, I was issued a standing invitation to visit with you. I have looked forward to the time when I would be free to do so, and I arrived late last evening. I have known Dream Teller for some time but as we are both quite busy, I have never had the opportunity to visit overlong in her home. I find her to be a hostess unlike any other; generous, wholly aware of her guests every need, and she provides for those, without fail. While she employs a household staff, she personally sees to the comfort of her guests, rather than leave them feeling as if they have landed in a hotel.
Her home has a subtle elegance that does not detract from one's instant sense of warmth and comfort; that one is allowed to relax and put the feet up, if one so chooses. I have visited many homes where wealth abounds but leaves one cold and not at all comfortable; showcases, with style but no warmth. Here, one can wander into the large kitchen and brew a cup of tea, filch goodies from among the delicious array of homebaked items, and continue on to relax wherever one chooses.
This morning I am sitting at a table in my spacious, beautifully appointed room with my laptop while I munch on beignets (a Cajun sweet, something between a cookie and a cake) and sip my herbal tea, listening to the patter of rain outside the window. I cannot remember the last time I had a chance to relax, as I am now doing. But I digress.
My reason for being here is to offer you some information. As I traveled here, I wondered what I might speak to you about that would provide you with interest, as well as insight. I decided to depart from the ususal tellings of the life of a Witch (aye, and I am a true Witch, born) and concentrate on what I consider my true calling. While I am blessed with many gifts, it is the one of sight; past, present, and future, which I most rely upon in my daily dealings. I have always been one to follow my heart and so I put my talents to use in the area dearest to my heart; in service to children.
There are many, varied ways to assist those special little people, but early on in my life I found I had no real choice in the matter. 'Twas my fate to seek and find those lost and abused little souls preyed upon by those who would harm them. 'Tis a stressful, often dibilitating occupation, at best, but one I find most fulfilling. Even when the end result is dire, as it most often is, I learned to find the good in what I do. Often difficult to find, some good; but when one looks upon a broken little body, tossed aside like so much garbage, or buried or hidden without care, I have to reach way down deep inside and find the right of what I am doing.
I employ several different methods in my searches that take me across this country. Most often, my search begins as the result of a sudden feeling or something akin to a dream. They come out of nowhere, those, day or night. Lost little spirits, or physically alive, children send out pleas for help in ways not often received or understood by the majority of common folk.
I do not consider myself a Psychic, such as those one ordinarily encounters, but a Seer; a vessel, through which thoughts and feelings of others may be heard and felt. There are times when I see and feel past experiences, present ones, or something set to take place in the near future. Often, those thoughts and feelings are clouded for they may come from another; a fearful mother, father, or other relative of the child, or even those of the abuser. I must then sift through the chaos and decipher the message; see it for what it truly is. I may gain the vision of a place, a person, or thing and then I must go about letting the vision or feeling stretch and shape itself into something clearer. Mayhap I will see a street sign, the number on a particular dwelling, and such. From there it must evolve such that I can pin-point a state, city, or town and so on.
It may sound as if that would take an intermidible amount of time. Sometimes it does, other times it evolves in a matter of minutes, or hours. But as I have grown adept over the years, I have honed my senses to the point that I can sometimes speed up the process; hurry it along, if you will. I do that by opening myself to whoever entreats me. One must take great care in doing such a thing, for if one is not adept, the consequences of exposing one's self can be dire. It requires a great deal of energy, for exposing one's self is draining on the physical and spiritual self. One might liken the sensation to a tug of war within one's self; the physical and the spiritual being pulled apart from opposite directions.
Once the scope of the vision or the feeling is enhanced, the real work begins. If it is a fearful person or spirit attempting to contact me, the clues can clutter the mind by virtue of the many that trip over themselves. If it is the abuser, by the nature of the beast, the clues are often misleading. One must keep in mind that those of an abuser are not deliberately sent out, but ooze from the wicked mind to accidentally snake their way, without the abuser's knowledge. 'Tis a nasty situation, that, which has a dreadful feeling attached to it.
Some of you may wonder if I work with others; law enforcement, other Seers, or Psychics. Generally, no, for there are too many consequences of that. I prefer to work alone, and at such time that authorities need to be informed, I discreetly provide them with anonymous information. Sometimes they need an extra push to get them moving and I have my ways of accomplishing that, I assure you. I am not one to seek the lime-light, as some do so I remain behind the scenes.
My one weakness is my desire to avenge the child and though that is not a wholly acceptable desire in most m inds, I do whatever needs doing to see to it that just punishment is delivered. Whether that is leading law enforcement officials to the perpetrator, or calling upon friends and acquaintences who are of like mind as me, where children are concerned, I fit the punisment to the crime. 'Tis a favorite method of mine to punish a rapist or murderer of little ones by setting a Vampyre, Warlock, or Sorceress loose upon the fiend. I make no apologies for doing so, and I sleep well at night when the task is accomplished.
For the most part, I see no reason to send such a perpetrator to jail to enjoy those privileges that should not be afforded them.To my way of thinking, they deserve no rights at all; not one. Another method I might employ is to set the stage so that another type of criminal and the child abuser become enemies and with a little extra 'help' the other criminal does away with the abuser and then, him/her self takes the fall for the murder. What better way to rid the streets of another useless piece of garbage?
As you can see, I have no mercy for those who take what they will without a care for others. So be it. While you might think I set myself up as judge and jury, I see it as doing what the Fates decree. We do not all live by the same laws, and justice must serve as it must. I am not downing your laws, for they certainly serve a true purpose, but our laws serve where yours often fail. Each of us has the right to freedom and every child, regardless of race, creed, or age deserves to feel safe and loved until such time that they are able to defend their lives and feedoms. So, judge me harshly, if you must, but remember that there are those of us looking out for your little ones, or those who have no one to look out for them. Children are gifts and if you fail to protect them, as they are meant to be protected, they will be taken from you; most often in the most horrendous of ways. Love them, protect them to your dying breath, but never, ever, allow them to fall behind those things you consider important.
In these days and times where both parents work, many children are left to their own devices, while others are considered worthless due to circumstances beyond their control. Whatever their circumstances, it is the adults who must see to their safety. Regardless of whether a needy child is yours, or not, to ignore their needs is shameful; sinful. Beware you do not lose your soul for your willful ignoring of what needs doing. Blessed May You All Be.
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