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I have reached a plateau. It has been an uphill battle to get to this spot.  The journey has been fraught with chaos and malicious energy.  I am exhausted and need rest. I survey my surroundings and notice that this is not actually a resting spot.  It is a cross road.  I can choose from four directions.  I can veer left or right, go back the direction I came from or continue uphill.  Surely, the path upward looks to be more work.  Both paths which veer left or right seem to be level.  But neither of those paths interests me. I know from experience those paths are diversions. Personal success takes longer to achieve when you walk along the path of others. I am independent. I want to discover my own path.  My path is always harder.  I prefer to travel unknown, uncharted paths – those seldom traveled. So, I know that from the four directions my choice path is the one which continues uphill. 

Energy swirls about me pulling to and fro.  Malicious. Chaotic.  Instinct tells me that this is the energy one faces when they are about to self-sabotage or are being set up to fail but strive forward in order succeed instead.

I sway first left, then right but the frantic, hostile energy that wants me falter and tumble backwards is vehement.  The resistance from the heinous darkness pushes back and forth against me causing friction. 

It is unwanted energy and it is rubbing me the wrong way.

Sparks are beginning to erupt.  Patiently, I smother them but really, time is not on my side.  I have limited resources; constraints prevent me from effectively battling the unwanted friction and the continual onslaught of unwelcomed energy is beginning to mess with my mind. This maliciousness is presenting as a head game. I want to explode.  My sanity is waning. I can feel the heat within me building.  The sparks are beginning to smoulder into a fire – the fire is rage. 

I decide to stand quietly at the plateau of the crossroad and breathe.

Breath work is a subtle technique that can be used to bring abhorrent friction into a more malleable static energy. Static energy is still charged.  It isn’t energy I like; but, static energy can be endured and will remain unchanged or even dissipate as long as no extra friction is introduced.  Subtle techniques to quiet friction are not always successful.

I am being battered. This heinous, dark energy seems to be taking advantage of the subtle energy – it’s growing harsher – biting at my psyche.  It is affecting my ability to think clearly.

 

No matter, I am a Master there are other methods I can employ to quiet the friction.  But, my methods are all subtle and rather than quieting the chaotic energy, extra friction charges the atmosphere around and within me.  The harassing energy has entered my very core – goading, irritating and threatening to infect me with its disease like qualities. An inner war has been declared and I struggle against this dark force which wants me to cause harm or even drive me to kill. Lesser adversaries have succumbed to these malicious energy sources. They’ve gone mad, driven to insanity by the barrage of negativity that infects their mind.

I summon my inner strength in preparation for the fight. I must maintain my clarity of thought.

The malevolent taunting, jeering energy pokes dirty fingers into my brain as it stirs and beats at my sanity twisting rational thoughts into mayhem.  I am being attached from three different directions.  My patience is spent.  I am wearing down, becoming exhausted.  My mental and emotional stability continues until completely fatigued, my resolution of peace dissolves.

Frustration and anxiety are wholly apparent. I am now realizing my inability to control that, which cannot be controlled – every action is begging for a reaction. 

True, I am undergoing an inner battle. I have an acute awareness of this. However, inner-battles will grow until they burst outward. 

It’s, fight or flight time. My nerves are raw.  My jaws are clenched.  Tension runs up my backbone.  My hands are clenched into fists.  I have settled into a battle stance and ready to move if one more irritant attacks.

I know what I want and, it’s not this!

I cannot take being rubbed the wrong way any longer; the friction attacking my inner boundary is unbearable. Fiery rage leaps upward as I burst into heated flames.  I manage to control the fire.  It was merely a short burst of intense heat meant to cremate noxious emotional energy. Nothing has been severely damaged although there is a blackened mark where I once stood at the crossroads. The outburst left but a small blister on the face of the earth, a scar which would heal by encouraging new growth. And, by undertaking the difficult task of expelling negative energy, I have now been propelled forward on my path uphill.  The action was necessary for positive development to occur.

Still, I am shaky and exhausted.  I did not want to erupt into fire. The war against malicious energy drained me mentally, physically and emotionally.  But, I gained ground as a result and successfully stepped onto my own path. This is a path of the unknown. It is uncharted territory, this path that proceeds at a steady, gentle, uphill grade and is one where if the traveler is mindful, they will meet success by taking positive strides forward. 

I survey the path ahead with tired eyes.  I can see the first marker to my success is only a few feet away.  I move my feet forward slowly, one by one, it is a methodical shuffling movement – no need to hurray now.  I give myself permission to move slowly and conserve my energy until I reach the marker.  My reward is a well deserved rest.  I need to unplug for a time before continuing on.

Change takes time. 

Healing takes time.

I arrive at the marker and take a seat.  This is the most comfortable spot I have discovered in a very long time.  I feel protected here.  As I sit relaxed, I notice how as the world rolls by, I am no longer affected by its friction.   I am grateful for this time to rest; even the most masterful of Guru’s need a brain-break to recuperate from mental chaos.

Stress is exhausting.

Give yourself permission to take a rest.

Unplug.

Chaos and friction in life will always be present. 

There will be times in life when you are rubbed the wrong way and will need to address friction.  Remember, subtly does not always successfully diffuse friction.  In those cases, be tactful; use control; take the higher road – you will save someone from heartache by doing so, even if that someone is you.

Take small steps forward.

If all else fails, simply take a brain-break!

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Dear Readers,

I’m not sure if you’ve heard about the Eighteen Wheels of Freedom slow rolling across Canada from east to west, north to south destined to meet at our Nation’s capital in Ottawa.

Canada is a country with many cultures and belief systems.  Canadians are amicable, hard working, intelligent people who enjoy life.  We have a great sense of humor.  We value laughter.  But, above all, we value what freedoms we are afforded.

However, we are struggling to retain our freedoms during these ongoing episodes of pandemic paranoia. Never ending rules, regulations and changes in policies inflicted by federal and provincial leaders make the most law abiding citizen reel. They dangle our freedom before us like a carrot as they steadily move our reward beyond our grasp with even more mandates. For example, the 90% vaccine compliance in Alberta promised a “Best Summer Ever,” reward which if you remember correctly was quite short lived.  Then they introduced the QR Code so we could supposedly get back to normal but, you have to have to present one before you can join any social activity.

If anyone has the audacity to voice their protest, our Prime Minister describes them as ‘tinfoil hats’ or ‘conspiracy theorists.’ He believes Canadians are meek and complacent people who will do exactly what he wants because, “we are in this together.”

Meanwhile, we’ve lost friends, we’ve lost family and we’ve lost businesses as one by one the Government targets industries and groups with its coercive vaccination measures, passports and nonsensical tax hikes.

The state of our country or, that of any other country in the world since the pandemic began is unbelievable. The Main Stream Media here is the same as elsewhere – it’s all politically motivated pandemic propaganda or twisted with distractions designed to hide politically motivated strategies.  When exactly is enough, enough?

It takes a lot to get under a Canadians skin or ruffle our feathers.  We are known as humble people in Canada but, I’ve always said when the silent majority has had enough of the rhetoric, the world will sit up and take notice. (more…)

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“Who let the dogs out?”

The Sun let the dogs out!

Obviously, the Sun’s dogs needed out for a good run, perhaps they’d been penned up for too long of a stretch or maybe they just needed to get out and howl at the full moon last week.  Dogs can be very insistent when they want outside.  Madam Sun probably coined the term, ‘hounded!’  In which case, I am totally able to relate to her or even sympathize!

Dog Owner Beware!

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The horse and rider paused at the crest of the hill.

“Should we take the wagon trail home or cut through the coulee, Mari-bell?” Sarah asked unsure of her own mind.  If they took the wagon trail, it would take her another 5 miles to reach the ranch, an easy ride in good weather like it had been that morning but potentially deadly in the inclement weather which had suddenly appeared.  She wasn’t prepared for this.

It had been unusually mild weather for January, like a spring day – they called these warm winds Chinooks she’d been told. They were “snow eaters,” that lasted from hours to days.  Water had been dripping from the barn roof forming streamlets and pockets of water on her path to the barn.  She side-stepped numerous puddles on the way to retrieve her little golden mare with creamy mane and tail.  Mari-bell had nickered her usual soft greeting when Sarah opened the barn door.

She had loved Mari-bell from the first moment she’d laid eyes on her.   Her father had threatened to sell her at first.  “Too small for any of the ranch hands,” he’d said but Sarah rallied for the little palomino.  “The horse has a huge heart,” he’d admitted after seeing the girl and horse work cattle.  “She won’t quit until the job’s done and did everything and more that you asked of her Sarah!”  The girl and horse had an unnatural bond he figured after seeing how the two responded to one another. In the end, he relented and gave the mare to his daughter. It was a rarity not to see the horse and girl together now-a-days.

Mari-bell perked her ears forward and arched her neck over the edge of the stall as Sarah approached.  “Too warm for this thick woolen sweater Mother knit for me at Christmas that’s for sure Mari-bell,” Sarah crooned to the horse as she shed her jacket then removed the heavy sweater and hung it on the peg by the stall.  “A long sleeved shirt and jacket are all I’ll need today.”  She grinned as she pat the horse on the side of the neck, led her to the door of the barn, mounted and trotted away from the ranch toward the school.

How she wished she still had that sweater now! (more…)

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Blue

She was giving and kind. They worshipped her like a Saint.  She was of the earth and moved about the land like a breath of fresh air.

They said he was the Devil.  His was a craggy, worn exterior.  People avoided him.  He was hard they observed – probably cruel.  He was fire and ice.  He’d burn you if he could.

No one knew for certain how they’d come upon one another but they were concerned for she epitomized all that was good – but he was evil.

It was pure magnetism that pulled them together.  Opposites attract or so it is said.

It so happened that she’d heard a sorrowful sound and followed it until she happened upon him.  When she’d found him, he was like a pool of iced over water cracking, groaning and crying for help.  He craved warmth, she could see it.  The magic happened when she looked beyond his icy blue depths and into his soul.

To him, she was like a downy white quilt that wrapped his hardened exterior in warmth.  When he looked into the darkness beyond her eyes – that is when he melted.

She held out her hand and he readily took it.  Holding her tightly in his arms, he waltzed with her over the tapestry of the earth to music of the Universe.

With their spirits entwined, they balanced and danced, bringing the world alive with beauty.

And, the people worried over the change in him.  It seemed unnatural.

Now, consensus is that she’s a Sorceress – wicked.

While he…, he is merely a man who has fallen under her spell.

‘But not all opinions are equal,’ she reasoned. And, she did not hold the opinions of others.

She had awareness; an awareness that the others did not; for she knew what had happened when the eyes of fire and ice met the eyes of earth and air – two souls collided and became one.

‘Eyes are the windows to the soul,’ she knew and she knew the power of ‘love.’

She held the opinion, ‘When souls unite in balance and beauty, love is neither wicked nor evil.  Love is a gift found within the eyes for any who dare look into their depths.’

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Out With the Old

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Wishing all of my family, 

and friends – old and new,

an amazing holiday filled with

Christmas Cheer!

 

 

 

Thank-you for following, reading, commenting and sharing  The Trefoil Muse

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It is never late for work,

Its timing is perfect,

Always shining and warm,

It is beautiful when it rises,

And when it sets,

It is loved around the world,

Earths star;

The Sun.

Winter Solstice 2021

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We have undergone seasonal changes on the prairie.  Snow finally fell to coat the land.  It was a welcomed sight.  The fall season has been mild this year – dry and windy without much moisture.  This has made life for the smaller prairie animals easier than in prior years as they are able to forage uninhibited by deep snow.

The jack rabbits have been extremely prolific.  There are dozens of them careening across the landscape camouflaged in their new winter apparel of white.  They move in large groups like snowballs with legs as they bound across the land imitating the whirling drifting swathes of snow.

Some of them like to race, zigging and zagging along the edge of the road at 35 mph.  They are flexible, their agility saving them more often than not from an untimely demise under vehicle tires. If they zig when they should zag, they become fodder for hungry scavengers happy for an easy meal.

The jack rabbits blend into the winter environment easily now that their coats have turned white.  It takes a keen set of eyes to spot them when they stand frozen and alert atop the snow covered horizon where they listen attentively for predators lying in wait for them.  Jack rabbits need to be aware of the dangers lurking about them.

Not all danger abounds on land.  Above, another creature has changed colors with the season.  It perches above proudly displaying its white plumage as its wise eyes scan the prairie to find a rabbit to bring home for lunch.

 

 

 

 

And so, the circle of life continues as the seasons change on the prairie.

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She drifted on an endless tide.  Emotions lapped at her sides like waves.  Some passed her by believing her to be redundant.  Others saw her value and tried to bring her aboard.  She was very desirable, a streamline, timeless vision.  Her knotted, gnarly appearance only added to her mystic. Along with her intrigue, she held little bark. Truly, a quality piece, one that they could work with but her weight was camouflaged within her well hewn exterior and to their surprise, she was heavy.

They pulled, tugged, heaved and attempted to rope her in to no avail. (more…)

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