Pathways Blog by Weeping Willow
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Weeping Willow's blog: "Pathways"

created on 09/14/2006  |  http://fubar.com/pathways/b443
Am crying silent tears tonight For real ones never come Life's not supposed to be this hard Joy should be there somewhere. I seem to have missed this place Where happiness must roam Maybe if I look hard enough I'll find in under some stone My path I walk is burdensome My life is just not fair It's filled with strife and troublesome So I'll cast my woes into the air A new love has found it's way to me So near and yet so far I hope he is looking up tonight At his special Star I say to him, my love is pure For this I am sure Sweet Witch will cast no spells Will never break your heart No matter how far we are We never stray apart
Who will love my children When I have come and gone Who will wipe their little nose Make boo boo's go away Who will tell them it's alright Don't fear the dark, for friends they be For it does hide them, so no one can see. Who will let them know, to cry is not a sin To get back up, when they fall down. Skin their little knees. To alway's tell the truth, not lie That life is short, to march ahead When I am gone, I can sing no songs Cannot say the words I love you Who will love my children? Will you?
Another day has come and gone As I sit here drinking tea Very different then yesterday New things for me to see The pain has eased A new release, of many hidden secrets To deal each day, I must say Is much better then to hide it As I was whaling, oh, so much pain Has left me now refreshed A cool breeze blowing, now my way Oh, so blessed, to have another day
After spending a total of 6 years in and out of hospitals of my life,. A month here, two weeks there, alway's at the time Christmas was approaching. I knew what to look forward to. A lengthy hospital stay... Ten years in a row , I spent my Christmas Holiday's in a hospital. Last September around my birthday ( which is the 21st ) a few more days and I will see 55, something I never thought would happen. I got sick. My asthma, started acting up on me, then I caught a cold and , good old Pneumonia set in...October 1st came and I had no choice, I went to the hospital and was admitted immediately. I had 5 Doctor's start working on me, and none thought I would make it. Well, the days just passed and each day I got worse... A massive lung infection took hold of me.. I can't take antibiotics , so I was in a real mess... I had to have something, so the Dr's put me on 1500 mgs of Levaquin, the strongest antibiotic they have. I was getting shots in my stomach every hour and had 13 different Iv's going... Steroids, massive amounts and breathing treatments every 20 mins. My veins had collpasped , so my Iv's were being put in my feet and next would be my head... The Dr's just kept praying... Each day I had a pastor come to my room... I was so weak, yet insisted on being taken to the chapel, I prayed... I wasn't so sure this time I would make it. I have been given last rights, 13 times in my life... Maybe this would be the time... No angels appearing yet. Finally one night, I awoke to a beautiful angel standing next to my bed... I said is it time to go home, She just smiled, touched my hand and left.... The next day, I felt a little better, not great, but, I could feel a difference... Each day I started getting better, then it came... The Dr's called the pastor, I was dying... He gave me my last rites, I told him to save them, It wasn't my time.. I wasn't going anywhere....Another angel appeared and then 2 more, I thought, no way... My work here isn't over, I am not going anywhere... They just sat with me all night... The next morning a nurse came in and said. I saw something very strange last night. I peeked in to see if you were ok, I swore I saw an angel here, I said, you did, 3 of them... She just smiled and left.. Well, days passed into weeks and then a month and then finally the Dr came and a nurse came to my room. The one who saw the angel...He said, I would never have believed you would be going home... The nurse said it was her visitors.... I just smiled.. The Dr said you must have a good friend upstairs... I sat up in bed and said of course, I am one of his angels.. He said I believe you! He said, I would have to go home with oxygen and would be on it the rest of my life. I would never be able to work again, and I said you are wrong... Well, I went home and the weeks passed and I got better. One day I took off my oxygen and swore I would never wear it again... I went to My Dr's for a follow up, She informed me I had 1 year to live... Well I am still here. then last month , they said I have around 6 months... I said only God knows when my time is over and it isn't here yet... I feel much better now... I started work , a few weeks ago, not much of a job , better then nothing.... I am working.. I am so thankful for that... So now I feel better after working and I refuse to let myself die, not just yet... I look 15 years younger then most of my friends my age,, I still have a great body and a sharp mind.... .. I thank God daily, so you see Miracles do happen.... Blessed Be! I feel I was deeply Blessed and alway's will!!
True teaching is not an accumulation of knowledge. It is an awakening of consciousness. If you search for the laws of harmony, you will find knowledge. Popular belifes must be enforced, in order to discover the original thought. Know yourself,your begining will disclose your end. The body is the shrine of definety. In everything, it is the path that matters. If you defy an enemy by doubting his courage, you double it. Everyone finds himself in the world where he belongs.
What We Fear the Most Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure, It is our light not darkness that most frightens us, We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesnít serve the world. Thereís nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people wonít feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. Itís not just in some of us; itís in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear; Our presence automatically liberates others.

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To all my friends and fans, my family that I so dearly love on here.. Let me say a little about my page and it's meaning. I do so love life and all in it.. I learned at a very young age that we are all connected and I try so hard not to be prejudicial. I am a woman of the Earth, Of all religions and I adore life... I have had one realy hard life, yet, I don't take the hardness that I have endured to heart. I have learned from it. I am basically a pagan/ Wiccan.... I know my karma and what it stands for.... I ask you all to go look at my page and see for yourself. If you get one little thing from it , it will make me happy and I will know that we all still have hope. I have eneterd my page into the pagan showcase contest at Ravynwolff's page, just go to my family and go to her page and leave me a 10 there... To you all, I say Goddesss Blessed... Cassy

Life

PATHWAYS Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those Wiccans, a so called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible? She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol, her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her for this though, for I know that she has been deceived. Satan works his evil in ways that she cannot see. I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede that she has tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it looks like a decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look closely and see that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus Christ as savior she is on the pathway to hell. As I've said, it was a bad day in the office. Three times in the past few weeks I have been called in to see my supervisor, and he has told me that I am not allowed to preach to MaryAnne the word of God, to show her the error of her ways. Today, my supervisor told me that if I continue to "harass" MaryAnne, he will be forced to terminate me. How can he say this? He himself is a God fearing man. And, how can he be so tolerant of the evil that he sees insinuating itself into our workplace? As I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for guidance. "God, grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better lead the faithless onto the righteous path," "Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure that you're ready, truly ready to see, my son?" I sat bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of hair and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God. I made to leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but he stopped me with a gesture. "Kneel not before me at this time my son. Instead, rise and walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of what I truly am, as you asked of me in your prayer." He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but a pathway thru the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck for words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St. Catherine's Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing beside me, God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I could see smiles of contentment forming on some of the parishioners faces. I felt blessed. God smiled upon me."The Catholics hold such pretty masses, don't they? I like to stop here in this church, because not only do they speak the words, but they live the life, thru teaching, helping the sick and poor, not only with handouts, but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let us walk on," And we were back on the pathway. We traveled a bit further along, and then were in the parlor of a funeral home. A young woman was kneeling before the casket, resting her head on it and crying. I could see by the similarity, that this dead man must be her father. God knelt beside her, and drew His arms about her. "Miss him, that is all right, but weep not for him, for now he is with Me". She wiped her eyes, and stood with a sad smile upon her face, and said "Good-bye Daddy. I'll miss you," and turned and left the room. And we were back on the pathway. We walked a little ways, and we were in front of a large lodge of some kind. I could hear music and laughter spilling out of the windows. I turned to look at God, and was shocked to see, not the flowing white robe, but Him wearing leather and animal furs, his hair and beard now the color of wheat, and a sword strapped across His back. He strode forth, and I saw him approach a figure I had not seen before. As I looked close, I was shocked to see that it was the same face that I had just seen dead, but looking young and strong, and dressed in ancient looking garb, an ax strapped to his waist. God strode up to him and grabbed him in a great bear hug. "Welcome my son. We've been waiting for you. Now, go inside and raise a cup or two, and meet with your brother." And, with a hearty slap on the back, he sent the man inside. And then we were back on the pathway. We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I believed so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures of them. The group of worshippers was not large, but I could see their rapt faces as they listened to the mullah speak. He was speaking to them of purity, both of the mind and the body, bringing them closer to Allah. And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the robes of the desert, walked among them and briefly laid his hands upon each set of shoulders. And, from their faces, I could see that these men knew that the words of the mullah were true, and that their spirits felt touched by God. And then we were back on the pathway. After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village. People with skin as black as night, the women with their breast shamefully bared, were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the drums being played by a group of men. Somehow though, I was not offended by the bared breasts, and the music seemed to seep into my soul. God was then a mighty lion, and He let forth a mighty roar. The villagers did not seem to hear, but the drums increased their pounding, and the dancers danced with a frenzy. And then we were back on the pathway. We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat, painted and covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched, he seemed to change into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we were flying with him, soaring high into the air, seeing the vista spread out below us. And God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed to guide this other eagle thru the air, over mountains and thru valleys, until he came upon a group of men. As I watched, the old Navajo man was no longer an eagle, but a young boy instead, and he sat at the feet of these men, to listen to the words of his elders. And then we were back on the pathway. We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this place. It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the center of the clearing roared a great bonfire, and kiwi torches outlined a circle of sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle themselves, stood 7 men and 6 women, dressed in robes of varying colors, their arms raised to the moon. Was that one woman MaryAnne? I really couldn't be sure. And God walked among them in the circle, touching each one. He seemed not to be an older man now, but as he made each of three turns around the circle, he was first a young girl, bouncing with energy, then a woman of middle years, with a tender smile for all Her children, and finally, an old woman, body bent, but holding Her head up with pride. And a woman stepped forward, and yes, it was MaryAnne, and lifted her head to the sky. "Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for joining us tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our hearts You will always be welcome. Blessed be!!" And we were back on the pathway. As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful man. Yes, beautiful, though I would never normally think of a man this way. With blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate sunshine. God and this golden man nodded to each other as they passed, sharing a smile together. "My Lord" I asked, "was that an angel?" "Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is also known to some as a god himself. That was Lucifer" And His words caused me to stumble. I couldn't believe that we had just passed the ultimate evil. God looked at me, and He knew my mind. And he chuckled a bit. "Think about it logically My son. The Lucifer that you know is a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for challenging Me. If I am the all powerful being, above all others, how could he do this? How could I allow it?" "But, in the bible...." I stammered. "The Bible is a wonderful book, as are the Koran and the Torah and many others, but they are just books, written by the hand of man, not written by Me. And, it's a bit confusing as well if the truth be known, but that's not up to Me to fix. These books are wonderful, but only as guidance, for each man and woman must think for themselves." And, I believed He was right in this. "Now, come forth, we must journey a little more before you go back" and He took my hand once again. As we followed the pathway, we soared thru the stars, listening to the music of the heavens, we became a little flower and a mighty oak, we became a babbling brook, and a mighty ocean. We flitted from flower to flower as a little honey bee, and ran across the plains as a mighty stallion. And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my home. God held my hand a moment longer, and smiled into my face. "My son, you prayed tonight for a true vision of Me. For vision, you must only open your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night to you". And then He was gone, and I was back in my bed. A dream I thought, only a dream, that couldn't have been real. At that time, a bolt of lightning lit up my room thru the window, and thunder crashed thru the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly far away, "Remember, the Lord works in mysterious ways My son". This morning as I entered the office, I went to the machine for a cup of coffee, and standing there, I spied MaryAnne. As I approached her, I could see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face that she was expecting yet another onslaught from me and my book. She seemed to cast her eyes about for a way to escape, but there was none. I walked up to her and smiled. "I think I owe you a bit of an apology" I said. "I've been a bit narrow minded of late, and I really had no right to subject you to what I did. It's not up to me to say how you find your path to your spirit, and I was wrong to think that was so," MaryAnne just stood there, not knowing what to say. "So, I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry, and I hope you will forgive my trespass. God bless you MaryAnne, and...uh.... Blessed Be?" May those with whom we share ourselves be open and understanding, that they may be shown what spirituality is to them.......and how it may not be as different as they think...... Galadryael StarFyre "Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike... Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms, that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet." -- Black Elk (1863-1950) Oglala Sioux holy man
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