The Blood Oath

Relations, My Kindest Kinfolk and Kindred,

Please, let me share this with you. Many times in life and on this Path, I have been in the position to make or take a Blood Oath. Spoken or unspoken. It is something that is natural and real.

I bring this topic up tonight because of a pain I have felt in my heart heavy lately and it is something that lays heavy in my heart for not carrying out vengeance's for the murder of my kid brother David. He is always in my mind and on my heart. No Man on this Earth Mother could have been Blessed by Great Spirit, to have a brother as Special as Dave. All of my Spirit's hurt and remain in mourning for his passing and the subsequent passing of our Mom, one and one half year later. Of what was not spoken and I did not say it, but really believe that Mom passed over because of her broken heart. It was Mom who found Dave asleep in bed. Never to awaken again. My Mom and Dad's Rock, killed by the drug he carried in his body for friends and the fucking South American people that put him through this. His friends, who just happened to have been friends of our family led my brother astray. These people whom I and siblings have remembered. As they have also remembered us and remember of us.

Over these short few years I have been here on this beautiful planet, I have been the fortunate one to have crossed paths with Kinfolk and Kindred that ignites a flame deep within. Rather like an Eternal Flame, that shines brightly from within One's Core. What I speak of is not noble nor is it fool hearted. It is something that is taken seriously by we who believe and breathe this in our daily living. No, Kind One, I am not building up to a justification for blood shed or murder - I simply state that there are some who know what living by the Blood Oath smells like. Or what a Blood Oath taste's like.

A quick example would be for me to find an unfortunate fool in our Lodge uninvited. I would be institutionalized for what becomes of the individual. I need go any further.

Sir. Dude, my therapist and I have touched upon this subject a couple or few times. Yes, I have as a responsible citizen of these South Eastern, United States Of America, approached this topic in therapy. Presently and in the past. Not long after Dave passed I stuck my head into some therapy for a few weeks. Did the same when our Mom passed...

...because I knew that my dearest Mom had been murdered too. Her broken heart was a result of what happened to Dave and the betrayal of our family  by "family friends". Look, it's just not one of those things that some one brushes off. For fucks sake. Knowing that Folks have gotten away with the murder of two Kinfolk really does play tricks on a persons mind. I know.

It is because of a promise I made to my Mom, that I have not been able to let this rest. There is a pause in my life that feels as if the Blood Oath was left incomplete. Or abandoned. This troubles me and has haunted me since 2001. As the eldest brother, it was my duty to seek revenge against them who perpetrated death onto my Kinfolk. The nearest one was not five doors down from where we once lived. The plans were always left in mind and never written down. There were plans. Plans never initiated.

Mom, did not want this. She wanted me to promise no violence. No revenge. So I promised.

Relations, there's a line that never gets crossed when it comes to Kinfolk and Kindred. I have placed myself between my family and a gun wielding Crack Head in South Tampa. I beat the shit out of a man who had snatched an Elder Woman's purse and attempted to Car Jack a Woman's car while her baby was in the back seat. That Mule attempted to stab me time and time again in the thigh - I was bruised but the screw driver never pierced my cord's. I mean to share, I beat the nonsense out of his ass too. On two different occasions while at the Gasparilla Parade, I ended up fighting along side of Tampa's finest because of intoxicated ass holes...

...as a youth, before and after the military, I put myself in harms way's because at those times, just as it was stated as truth and shared above, 'there's a line that never gets crossed when it comes to Kinfolk and Kindred'. It is a Blood Oath, and to them who came before me, the Blood Oath's were seriously taken and enforced.

I hope and pray that a day will come when I am able to let this anger and hatred of these people loose. As I hope and pray that someday I will be able to forgive them who perpetrated against me.

Until then, I await the news of their fate.

Enough said.