*Author’s Note*

I was dictating when I wrote the first post.
I’m still not convinced that it’s terribly wrong.
So, I’m posting the corrected version and then, putting in the original afterward.
Here we go.

Somehow, knowing he was there watching even if from a far on a screen, it felt comforting to know that the safety net was not far away.
I knew it to be true because on more than one occasion when I felt no one was watching and posted a plea of some sort the response was always immediate and like a soothing balm on a raw open wound.
Knowing he was there giving direction.
Knowing he was there, giving corrections.
Knowing I had the safety net to fall on if I tripped or stumbled along my way, made me able to go forward now I look, and there is an empty space no face to smile at me even if I cannot see I know no voice to call out to me when I am going astray no one to reach out a gentle hand and say hey that was a good job all of those things suddenly gone.
Where? I don’t know.
Somewhere. Out of my reach.
Contact spotty.
Feel strange.
As if there were a presence removed, I long for that Day.
That day, I went to stray, all day!
Frustrated, yes!
Please, do not lie.
Silence. SHHH
Falsehood lingers.
On your fingers.
On your nose, your toes, your tongue you spoke.
Do not be afraid to speak.
Someone will listen and hear you come and be with us come and feel the love we have and share each day.

If we band together. If we stand tall. If we remember the faces of our fathers. Our mothers. All. If we stand true. If we believe. If we band together. Agree to disagree. Then we can go forward. Then we can win. But as we are. We’re just a bunch of women and men. Doing no good. Causing more harm than good. Not making things at all. Not making them good. Come on come on come on with me join me even if it seems strange to you do it this day I decree.
By the power of the geese my messages released a midnight fly they do pass by yes geese fly at night this I did confirm the first time I heard it. It was strange to be sure now they’ve gone over and that’s a good sign. It’s time for me to say good night. It’s the end of this rhyme.
I’ll leave you with the thoughts they are mine. Yes, it’s true.
All love is good and should be treasured no matter the source it comes through.
For love unbidden if handled correctly will come back on its own ❣️

*Original Dictated*
Somehow, knowing he was there watching even if from afar on a screen, it felt comforting to know that the safety net was not far away.
I knew it to be true because on more than one occasion when I felt no one was watching and posted a plea of some sort the response was always immediate and like a soothing bomb on a raw open wound.
Knowing he was there giving direction.
Knowing he was there giving correction.
Knowing I had the safety net to fall on if I tripped or stumbled along my way, made me able to go forward now I look, and there is an empty space no face to smile at me even if I cannot see I know no voice to call out to me when I am going astray no one to reach out a gentle hand and say hey that was a good job all of those things suddenly gone.
Where? I don’t know.
Somewhere. Out of my reach.
Contact spotty.
Feel strange.
As if there were a presence removed, I long for that Day.
That day, I went to stray, all day!
Frustrated, yes!
Please, do, not, lie.
Silence. SHHH
Falsehood lingers.
On your fingers.
On your nose, your toes, your tongue you spoke.
Do not be afraid to speak.
Someone will listen and hear you come and be with us come and feel the love we have and share each day.

If we been together. If we stand tall. If we remember the faces of our fathers. Our mothers. All. If we stand true. If we believe. If we band together. Agree to disagree. Then we can go forward. Then we can win. But as we are. We’re just a bunch of women and men. Doing no good. Causing more harm than good. Not making things at all. Not making them good. Come on come on come on with me join me even if it seems strange to you do it this day I decree.
By the power of the geese my messages released a midnight fly they do pass by yes geese fly at night this I did confirm the first time I heard it. It was strange to be sure now they’ve gone over and that’s a good sign. It’s time for me to say good night. It’s the end of this rhyme.
I’ll leave you with the thoughts they are mine. Yes it’s true.
All love is good and should be treasured no matter the source it comes through.
For love unbidden if handled correctly will come back on its own ❣️

From the Journal of Lady MoonWalker 2058.
#Discordia