Memores acti prudentes futuri (mindful of what has been done, aware of what might be)
Words spoken in latin that seemingly sum up this week for me...
This week was a good one in regard to the telling...
I had a tremendous amount of trouble in slumber however
The nightmares that have plagued me since I was 3 are back in their purest, darkest form...
While it is very much truth that it propells the writing, it is nevertheless is a paradox...
How to manage the agressive nature of the bold
death mongers
of the never ceasing want
that they do so possess
can be difficult, if not impossible whilst drifting off into the depth of ones subconscious....
Yet there in lies the paradox....the answers await, though you must endure your deepest, supressed fears...
He comes
He waited, knowing all along that he'd come
He'd lie
he'd find you stolen
change your view as easily as he'd change his mind
he'd find you stolen
change your view as easily as he'd change his mind
and with ease he does this all
for one purpose
the agenda
I've seen him, the witness to his eyes bearing down...I would realize recognition
as would he I
we head to ad meliora (towards better things), this he knows we must
So since I was 3 years of age I knew of him...now I write of he
Writing is the genre where we might both speak of such things and thrive...
In somnis veritas (in dreams there is truth) and so here lately, it all rushes back...
and so to do I fall back with it...
What does that mean for you? Great reading....a beautiful telling of a tale that is a lifetime long in creation...
This week that is what came to me...
Along with some very ugly truths...so sad was I until I began to understand that it is simply the path that I must follow
no one ever remarked that it would be easy
nor entirely full of life
let me leave you with an excerpt from the book "Cross Dominance"
Hope you enjoy!
"Don't force my hand"
"What are you going to do? Chop my head off like your other (late) wives?"
"Right now? Its a definite possibility..."
"Stupid Scotsman to even entertain the thought that you ever could"
"Thats it...Driver turn this limosene around...back to the church"
"No Ansten...Ethan has my promise...its sacred ground"
"You promised, I did no such thing...I wouldn't offer up a promise that I could not possibly keep"
"There will be hell to pay for this"
"you'll do it though....your appetite for my blood is insatiatable" Ansten withdrew the ancient black dagger from his suit pant pocket and promptly sliced his muscular forearm open- the bright red blood rising to the top of the wound then with ease spilling over...
Sawyers insisors extended with immediate need...still she held back the blood lust
"Driver stop at the nearest pharmacy...(now turning his attention back to his beautiful wife) happy now?"
"No..no, I don't want what it is that you do"
"You will. You will soon enough, this I do so promise you my love...soon enough..."
Well that was my week in general...
its now time to light a fire, open some wine, Italian Moscato D'Asti and relax...
No. I did not disregard those of you following the subtext. I thank you quite generously for all of the e mails, I sincerely hope that I am answering your questions well enough...
keep in touch
so for you:
Lupus in fabula, quo fata ferunt. (For) in omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni
speak of the wolf and he will come where to the fates bear us to
For everywhere I have searched for peace
and no where have I found it.
Loss is only as great as the heart loved...
Til next week,
from my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
