Kings and Queens...

I sip my hot cup of heaven with bleary eyes, with a sleepy greeting to the chill morning, the fat cat currently imitating a plush pillow, and God the Father. The night was long...dreams and portents hanging over my bed and in my head. Keeping the cold at bay requires keeping a close eye on the wood stove and as I wake every few hours I take the opportunity to replenish and refuel.

I feel dear hearts...I sense...I stand, sit, lay down, pace, walk with an impending feeling of what I do not know. There is good coming...much good, but as with all things there is the other half of the equation...perhaps this is the thinking of a survivor, a former lost one...always on the watch for that giant shoe to drop despite the influx of positivity, of a joyous mindset, of peace beyond compare...

Much like the path I use to heat my cozy home, we require replenishing also. A steady, consistent fuel to warm the chill, to chase away the demons that stalk our dreams and our personal lives. It is an indispensable principle to check in often, assess and tend to wounds, cuts, leaks in the armour so to speak....take the moment to reflect, to see the lies that have seeped in and poisoned new ground, or seasoned the old battlefields with carnage and destruction.

They never change...all evidence points to continued delusion even as they believe that they are the victim, the hurt and deceived one...the pathological need to lie, to cover and protect the false ego else they will fall to their doom.

We know that this couldn't be farther from the truth...their salvation lays in digging deep, in searching within to find that broken child and do the work instead of blaming all who step into their circle.

Dear treasures...the perversion, the ugliness, the horrific words spoken, the betrayals will carry on into the near, into the far away future. They have made their choice to deceive themselves and barring a miracle of gigantic proportions (which we do not need to be there for, if they are for you they will find you) will live this way until the day they die, miserable and truly alone...dying of thirst next to a pool of living water.

I come with truth of a different kind this morning...a truth borne of horror and shame...a truth borne of Fear and sorrow...a truth borne of seeing, truly seeing the monster behind the mask. Ah the heartache my friends...to know, really know with every fibre of your being that the one you loved was a lie, that the one you loved could hurt you so incredibly...

This is the reality of each and every victim, survivor, lost one...

That something about them (YES, this is a lie from the pit of hell) created a monster...that something about them wasn't enough...that they failed...oh my friends, this last, oh it is a prickly pear of such gross weight and magnitude that it twists the insides until we cry out in pain.

Failure to be loved...

Failure to save the broken child within your person...(that must come from them)...

Failure of a dream...

Failure on so many levels including failing ourselves...pushing our own inner child down, down, down until the cries become hoarse whispers beseeching your love, your exodus from the devil himself.

Oh yes...over the top dramatic...oh, its dramatic alright...catch a scene from a lost ones mind, or a survivors flashback and then speak of dramatic.

We fight every day to just be...to live with love, with joy, with peace and comfort, kindness and compassion.

This is what is held just out of reach...the fluffy lure to the greyhound racing round the track, never to catch the prize.

We must be aware dear hearts...we must live, truly live...viewing the world we now live in with wonder, not fear. That's them...thats their narrative, not ours, no longer.

With thankful hearts filled with gratitude for life and limb...for love of a Father who stands watch, who holds us close...

There is much to see in this world...much to experience...slowly...slowly filling our cups until they overflow with grace, with mercy, with curiosity for the mysteries this earth has to offer...slowly life returns, slowly love returns.

Love saves dear hearts (Maya Angelou)...

It upholds, it does not tear down...

It encourages, it does not demean, degrade, bully...

Go today, and each day forward with love for others but most of all for yourself. You need it. Stand tall and speak your truth, with kindness and grace, but oh speak dear friends...you are worth it, always.

Go in grace, go in compassion and watch your world change every minute of each day.