At Least They're Committed

I lost power. I realized after a tarot-card reading yesterday (the second in my life) that what I mistook for being content was allowing my power to wane. All my raging and teeth-grinding on this blog for all those years wasn’t simply angst. It was building and exerting my energy. I was using that energy to protect — a protection that enveloped those I love.

Things have been shit for my family for more than a year.

Tripping Raul, whom I retired, was a manifestation who reflected that confidence and control. And so I’m back. I am creating my future and the health and wellness of my family through these words and MY power. And, as Elaine suggested, I am speaking the words and writing them down, assuring that my husband, children and grandsons are safe and protected from all negative energy. My family and I will thrive and — using my words, spirit and faith — will find their paths, their greatest successes and loves through their own power and my love. This I profess to all that is good and holy.

Gabriel just patted me on the back! Nice! Thanks.

Elaine said yesterday, “Do you talk to them?” and was ready to explain who “them” was, but I already knew, of course. Then she said, “Do you listen.” And I do, but I did say things have felt muddled lately. As if I were hearing in a tunnel. But no more. I have reclaimed my strength and positive-will and I am talking and I am listening.

I swear that as long as I live and even after my last breath, nothing, nothing will ever again get in the way of my power to protect my family. All that is light and blessed within the whole of me — the Tripping Raul of me — and the forces of good I impart will make sure of it.