Fri 26 Mar 2010
Lighting a candle with thoughts
Posted by laup under Announcements, Discussion, Meditations, Outbreak, Supernal Diver
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As you once shined in my darkness with your goodness Molly, I shine in your darkness with my caring. My thoughts are prayers of light winging to you that you will find your way home.
With merry heart I pour libations upon the woken spring ground and down the hatch in your honor. The inspired happiness of my innermost passion reflects a glow from the heavens no night may dim.
From the peak of my diamond island I flash a thunderous tumult for all to know that Molly Kleinman is my friend. This humble candle brighter than any lighthouse I hold aloft and sing a song of returning to my lost friend.
Let her know peace! Let her know home! Let her know joy! I ordain this under grace, thank you.
woken spring ground and down the hatch
holy holy holy hex, oh p. how gorgeous. how fuking beautiful.
you’ll pardon my xpletive, but hex is strong in me at the moment, aries style.
i see, hear, and reflect. molly kleinman is your friend. may she know peace! may she know home! may she know joy! it is ordained under grace! blessed be!
with all love
and certain of this humble candle
ur h e x
just read the full story, one post below.
yes, hek bruth a, yes.
the full wheel deal. you keep on with it like a pro. know a lot more now than before. what’s to know is not ease – ee. and why would it b.
fractured, strong, unstoppable, listening, salute of honor to you dear friend.
we are here.
with other ones, too.
lotsa facets shimmering
and it is time to get to work.
Word up X, just keepin’ it real. Full effect yo.
Thanks for reading, listening, seeing, and reflecting. Hex sistah to the max, you know the deal.
I mean, dancing in two worlds; I live this shyt. This week it was my fateful task to cherish life and honor Molly.
You were speaking of death and betrayal in your blog, and to many of us death seems like a betrayal—when the androgynous skeleton of the self crooks a bony finger at our friend or ourselves it feels like one.
But as Peter Pan said, “To die must be an awfully big adventure.” Molly gets to go on a long journey of endless duration to an unknown land divested of all unnecessary baggage.
Release, let go of my old habits of thinking and feeling—embrace and recognize the change. Go on as if she’s just around the corner out of sight waiting to drop by for some coffee and cereal.