everything is coming our way

Is their belief that drinking the blood of the innocent will absolve them of their sins more powerful than my knowing of the deathless? Stronger than my ability to see through them? Is their paper money more powerful than the white and gold light I dwell in, that surrounds me and emanates out in all directions? I don't think so.

I'm not watching their movies anymore. I'm not listening to their stories. I'm drawing and holding boundaries that protect my peace, my light. Allowing me to recharge, regenerate when I'm depleted so I can share again. I don't have to feed on anyone to do this because mine is an overflowing source. I am nourished from within myself and without. Not just me, anyone can experience the same refreshment. They can't stop us.

Of course they'll try. It's all fireworks and explosions, creating panic and fear on all sides because chaos is what they thrive on, what they benefit from. All they know is their own darkness and manipulation, their cruelty and contempt. They've wiped us out when we got together in the past— Black Wall Street, MOVE. Buried our towns and cities underwater, called them lakes. Turned our farmland pastures into strip malls and condominiums they sold at exorbitant prices. I've been here, I see it happen all the time.

Mourning doves in the courtyard just now, they started calling yesterday, bringing a song back to my own heart. Everything still frozen over, darkness still seems to be rising, but they'll fall at the final hurdle. The birds have come back. They're here to try again, always returning. Season after season they build their nests in unlikely places, trying to raise their young. Sometimes it seems to be working, other times the nests are swept away, eggs fall out, shattering on the pavement below. Every spring we begin again. A new beginning. Let's build.