Land of Delusion...

Not unlike the land of Nod...a land for criminals, for the deluded, the insane....

This morning as I sit my hot cup of heaven I reflect on the lack of creativity, the absence of originality within the monster, the abuser, the rotten apple...every thought, every written word reflects the words, thoughts, pictures and ideas posted for the benefit of every lost soul residing in the pits of hell at this moment.

They do not and my God, CANNOT delve deep to find what they need, to educate themselves, to grow, to heal and move forward...instead they dive into selfish pursuits the hour you are even thinking of leaving, escaping, fleeing for your life.

They stalk, they watch, and creepily, craftily latch on to the truths spoken for their own ends, their own agendas to smear...most importantly however, to hide the truth from themselves and others...there is nothing within past surface self, no deep emotions but anger and thoughts of revenge and maiming...they are empty shells dear treasures and rely on YOU, and your emotional maturity to guide the way.

When that is gone they MUST, must, must, replace instantly to shut down the voices that speak in quiet places. There is a boiling cauldron deep inside that holds all traumas, all angsts, all the years of hurt and pain as life brings hard things to bear in our lives; each of these is thrown into the pot of pathos, into the pot of wrongs done to them, each one creating a maelstrom of rage and evil doings.

There is a absolute absence of light in the person torturing, tormenting, maiming, pushing down into the pit and shovelling all manners of refuse and lies upon their heads...in the absence of light, evil grows...it plots...it demands...it pushes lies onto others to support their lifestyle of choice, and these people, oh dear hearts, these sink as low as the monster...grovelling in the mud and the dirt and hiding their eyes from the truth....toxic by proxy...cowardly as the man himself.

My friends...may your heart of joy, of hope, of love and goodness carry you up that path, down that fork, across that stream and into a land free of fear, free of loathing and disgust, rules and must-do's or pay the price...free from it all but what is within you waiting to be free once more.

Oh true, we will never be the same...no, that person you were before meeting the toxic, poisonous evil Twinkie will return in spurts, in bits and pieces, forming a newly formed and strengthened inner core. Made of titanium, of steel that defies devastation, nor destruction...you move into a new life, a new you full of possibilities and dreams.

It comes...it truly does my friends. The hopes, dreams, goals, laughter shared, joy in the morning all....comes....flooding....in, to replace the broken places and spaces, to repair, to love into being the woman standing before you in the mirror.

Safe...

Loved...

Accepted...and more, cherished for all you are. Yes...you my friends....those lies lose their force, their power the minute you exit, run, walk, move from the being who wants only your destruction, wants only to suck you dry until a withering husk is all that remains.

Walk now dear lost ones...walk it out, talk it out, speak your truth and move in grace, in love, in courage and protection. You are worth it...worthy of so much more than what they take from you, than the crumbs they toss from the table to keep you hoping...f*ck that noise, truly.

You are worthy of so much more; of kindnesses done with no agenda, of love shown in action and in deed, not the words that flow from their lips in golden waves of deceit.

Worthy.