The calm before the storm.

Well there has been a lot of activity of late but for now it's quiet. In a way I hate these times as I almost get bored. Almost.
It's a good time for spells though.
I'm thinking of a passion spell or something akin to it. A few red roses, a red pouch, a candle or two and a little tiger's eye to keep things grounded.

Soul stealer

We've all been frightened of ghouls, monsters and boogeymen under our beds as children. But we grow up and loose that fear. We think, and logically so, that these things don't exist and never did. The simple fact is that these boogeymen have lost interest in us by the time we hit adulthood.

Did you ever have stories of creepy old women that live with lots of cats down your road as a child. Or the bloke that hung around outside the school gates? Most of the time these people are harmless but one in ten times there is something truly disturbing about them. These people are soul stealers. They are the booeymen. They hunt for the souls of the young.

Today I saw one, smiling at a baby, a hungry look in her eyes. Hopefully the parents will take that little boy home and he'll never remember.

Not all soul stealers are people though. They're also the goblins under the bridges. Not far from my home there is a railway bridge that is home to a soul stealer. He lives in the darkness and feeds on those stupid enough to enter his home without the protection of the train.

 

New light.

Well things seem much brighter today. There were no truly malicious spirits out and we even found a new friend.
A little familiar, a white and ginger cat with a long nose, that meowed and cuddled was stuck on a ledge. I climbed up to help encourage her down. She edged down then walked around to show us safe spaces, then she lead us to what we assume was her home. She moved like a fox and was rather young but it's always nice to make a new friend.

My dark sister.

My dark sister and I were one once. We worked as one, spoke as one, dreamt as one. But my sister weighed heavy on my soul. She became bitter and angry at me. Made me doubt myself and those around me. She called me names and brought such rage within me that I felt as if I were falling.

So I broke her away. That was a mistake I know. Part of me wishes I hadn't done so. She has caused such trouble, and all because I could not keep her captive. Even when she was captive she held my soul in her grasp, forcing me to make choices I did not wish to make. When she was free she wished me harm, she wished I was gone so she could be complete. I can empathise with that. I feel how she suffers, even if she would never admit it.

She still wishes to be complete, to become a goddess figure, to be strong and holy. Something more than her former self. But she does it for selfish reasons. She does not think about the choices she makes, only the outcome. I cannot do the same. I will not do the same. That is why it was easier... No, harder but faster for me to complete the race she set up. She will not hurt me now. She cannot hurt me now. I am unsure if she ever could. My dark sister is filled with such malice that she has lost thought.

I wish we could be one again, so that I could give her peace. But she does not want that. So I will leave her in the mess she has created and move on unless her anger subsides. Maybe, one day, when the journey is over she will forgive me.

I am sorry we can no longer walk together dark sister. Please, sleep and wait. And maybe, you will find it in your star lit heart to live in peace with me.