Rise and shine you wonderful creature of life, how I hope your day is as wonderful as you are, things can be difficult and sometimes you think you don’t matter in the vast existence. Find people who care now and love now, don’t think about who will remember you as that is a moment of failure. Become the thing that the ones who love and care seek you out for help and love.

Oh how this day is starting so wonderfully that I come with dreams of the day not just in the devoured hours of the night in sleep. The days are not suffrages and not in the decline of dreams. They can be the devout calling into the night to comfort in the bliss of dreams, they can be the hours of mystics and collaborations of the unknown and the cerebellum. Torn before us is the pages of dream and hope from the book of life and delivery. If these things in the world were easy, then we all could be leaders. However, leaders no longer exist, they face the darkness and wield the torch of dreams and hope. They have no longer been born among us. They have all died out and now the torch is cold with no desire of any of us to pick it up.

To lead us through the darkness is to have all the things the darkness habituates, to have them shown to the rest after the leader has given greatness to the people to face the devouring machinations of the darkness. We now have people who take from us our humanity and dreams and feed them to the darkness and the veiled monstrosities. They take the hopes from the children and the dreams of the adults and turn them into the most delicious meals. Never seeing them as human but as a food source to feed the darkness, to give the nameless the desires with no hesitations.

I have not become stale in the observations of the meals being fed to the silky means of hidden, I have desires never to be taken from me the desires to feed the minds of youth and the learned. The ones who have become wise with age to hear my words and have kinship in them. To have the youth hear the same words and see the veil for what it is, nothing but the imaginums of fear that has been fed by disassociations and hate perpetuated by the ones who fear the void.

The youth is the key to break the veil and to the means to give light to the young and aged. To the ones who become part of the void, you have no sympathy as the void is a choice, it is the easy way out to just become what comforts you. A lie of silken sheets that never leave the eyes of the forlorn, they can keep such sheet. I rather the cold truth of humanity then the warmth of social adaptations to the veil.

Who knows what the world holds and I am only here to help bring the youth back from the void with the knowledge to teach us all how to push it back farther with humanities and the cure of division’s by devotions’.

But I must depart and take care of the house and make it a home.

Until later

Much love

Your Friendly ginger From The Woods.