Good day to you and your wonderful existence, with the world turning ever so gracefully and without task that has become a grain of sand in the silken life you wish to accomplish. For the trials like the paths we walk, have given us both the chance to fight with force and to declare wonder before the questionable.

The day who I have much love for, has become a gift to the many as we have sun light in the cold, snow covered ground, to warmth we seek a fire and a sense of being. Winter is not the depression that we are blaming the long nights for. For they are the thoughts that have always been there and only become more apparent as you seek the light in the darkness. For this we must learn, the darkness is not the harboring master of our downfalls. It is the things we feed into the darkness and when the hunger grows and we have no more light to feed the darkness, then it becomes our thoughts that we must feed the darkness. Then we feel its true weight and medicate it away. Never a fix, never a solution, never a reason to seek a medicated being to not fear what we are.

So in this I often debate in myself that have humans become the very thing we create in our dream, demons of darkness living in the light. The very beings we fear is exactly what we become, letting the light hide the truth that is only reveled in the darkness. Think of it as the things we are once told are fairy tales and mystical beings are just the recognitions of what the things we are, Fairies are but the ones who love and dissection of humanity and has become not but a small infection that spreads a greater means of destruction and manipulation, The ones who are the bringers of the undergrowth of insidious beings are not but a foreign things, much like the elves of mindsets, they are not real but are the past down though out the families and religious means to dictate a monstrosity of all others. They are the ones who beseech you to dismay and faulty means of thought. Then these elves become the leaders of our own downfall. For we will see what they see by illusions. That they are the godly ones and we are insectoids of creation. A lie to create a mindset of suitability only to devotions that are a lie. The greatest creature that lies in the dark we try to hide is not a fantastical creature, not a being of human creation in mind and body. It is our own reflections of who the skin hides and the soul sees. Bountiful seductions.

More then just our hopes and dreams die in these hands and I only wish the rebirth of these wonderful things when the humans understand, that we are the reproductions of human frailty. For that we must take our cracked beings and repair them not with the sacrafice of others. Only in the training and self reasoning can the crack that has become our being. It is a journey that only wondering the darkness inside will find a being that lights of the spiders eyes, are the lights we need to find peace with.

I must depart and keep the day rolling as much is to be done and more is to be allocated some time to internal debate.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.