Talks From The Blood

Kinfolk, Kindred and Relations,

I talk from a good place today.

My heart and mind continue to carry a form of sadness. I do not know why this continues as it does. I swallow the razor edged pill directed by He-Who-Knows-My-Mind. The rest, I figure it is up to my energies, vibrations, faith and self-preservation to gather my gear and continue to push onward.

Today, I speak from the blood.

The man that I used to be has moved on. Again. I have changed and have become yet another Human Spirit in a multitude of ways and means. My eye orbs and my One Ear, have been adjusting since the deafness came. My mind too. My Spirit's too...

...I remember a time when I was so very swift on my feet and able to perform multi-tasking as an art. Those were the days of four years or so ago. Today, I dream about those days and have fond memories of being with fellow partners working as One Team. These Kindred, I say in a heart felt way, prepared me in ways I am unable to describe. There was this living energy.

I still carry this energy, just in a different place and have the energies vibrate on a different plain. I push and I push. How can I not?

Preparations for the surgery that heads this way, continue. No pun intended. These words I share are shared in the blood. There is no lie or story . Six days down My Path, I will be placed under anesthesia for yet another operation.

I-Might-Be-A-Guinea-Pig, will soon be my name...

...if not for Great Spirit, She-Who-Walks-Tall, my Honorable Daughters, #1 and #2, She-Who-Lives-With-The-Cherokee, Old Kindred One and Spirit's that come and go, I would have gone mad and housed in an asylum for three years, three months, three weeks, three days, three hours, three minutes and three seconds...

...it was back in 1990, that a well known psychologist proclaimed as facilitator of a group I participated in, that I had more personality's than Sybil. I thanked him and never debated the diagnosis. This was not new news for me, but I had not ever considered such a place to be in. There I was way back then and here I am today. Blessed.

My Dear God! Creator of all That-Is-As-It-Is, wasn't life so beautiful back then? Isn't life so beautiful now?

Yes, life is so beautiful.

In my blood, I carry the blood of those who came before me. One is not to speak of the blood with lies and make believe. That practice betrays the elders and them who have passed on. The Blood is from every branch of my Heritage. Then, there is the very DNA that is very only mine and touches my Soul because I am One. One and only One me. One very different and unique individual Human Spirit dwelling within this Humans Skin...

...and the blood is as I am. Although there are times when my heart is bad and my energies depleted - I am and reside with-in a beautiful person and life...

...and life is too beautiful to waste.

One.