The fire brings into focus the pictures playing in my mind. Deep inside, locked away is the source of pain that keeps the wheels moving. The shadows dance performing the play of our past. Demons of our past have snuck into the theater to wreak havoc for those who just want to see the show. The cold creeps up your back, letting you know the dark stuff is behind you. Facing the fire, heat is almost too much, but don’t turn away. You need this. This is your life story. Memories of your own mixing with echoes of someone else’s create a world that’s familiar and strange all at once. The spirits gather like moths to a flame. They add to the story.
I see a lot of people depressed. They sit at home afraid and beaten. I see the empty ones painting their faces and taking pictures of happiness that are manufactured coverups from their insecurities and fears of judgment. it’s a dark time. The veil is thin, so it heavily influences everything. Those who struggle with their existence are questioning less the consequences of getting off the bus early. People trying to make themselves feel happy by helping others, selling hope in a package wrapped in pretty bows.
Today the message came to me on the cry of a dove. In the cold of the crisp morning air, it feeds on the seeds and dried fallen fruit. In times weighed heavy with darkness, patience and strength are your staff and blanket. You’re given the tools to pull through your burdens. Keep focusing on what’s important. The shadows will always be there, but so will the fire.
There were other messages warning of false leaders and those that speak of peace and love, but that’s a mask to hide their insecurities and greed. Chose wisely who you put in your circle of power. Greed and power are strong forces that can corrupt the purest of souls.
The best advice came from the bear who said it’s time to fill your belly and ride out the winter. The fruit and fish will return again. Stay warm and safe with your loved ones.
Snowy Owls House 