Grave Dancer (Companion)

52c625b271915ca417c7a3063bcccfad

Many moons ago, a young woman and her pet wandered on the path of lost and found. Lost souls wandered on these paths during troubled times, hoping to find the answers they are looking for. These passerbys would see the woman and her pet together hand and hand. However, every passerby noticed something off about the woman and the dog. Both beings glowed a translucent blue and seemed to be walking on air. Their feet touched the ground, but only just. Some have claimed to see orbs or perhaps wings on the young girl and her pet.

Whenever a passerby would see them, the pair would be spotted dancing, waltzing, or even skipping. Other times she would pass by, smiling or even say hello and her companion would either bark twice, or walk up to the passerby, expecting to be petted.

The young woman was eventually called the Grave Dancer and her pet the companion. She wasn’t called that for the sake of dancing around gravestones; but for the sake that she would radiate her infinite light during grave times for the lost passerbys. 

It was said that the Grave Dancer and her companion would only show when a passerby is under great distress. If the passerbys considered taking their own lives, she would be there. If the passerbys had a loved one who was in critical condition or perhaps on their death bed, she would be there. If the passerbys were lost, she would be there to help guide them in the right direction.

No one really knows where the Grave Dancer and her companion came from, or why she does what she does. Some claim that maybe she’s an earth angel, or some sort of spirit guide. Regardless, she has saved many lives, lifted spirits of the broken, and helped sooth the mourning with her dance.

Today she can still be spotted dancing with her companion from time to time. If you feel lost, defeated, heartbroken, or even wanting to give up, follow the road. The Grave Dancer and her companion will help you find the way.

cooltext233084778546006

It’s Not Over

048d34aac2f05e53ef32857a70121cd9

Loss doesn’t mean the end of everything.

It’s only the beginning.

Forget the walls we’ve built and watch them crumble.

Every death leads to a new life.

cooltext233084778546006

My Prayer for the Lost Souls

animated-candle-gif-14

Dear lost souls who roam day and night;

I’m here to guide you with my eternal light.

It is time to break the chains that bound you to this plane;

 It is time to return to the source from whence we came.

Just know that you are not alone.

The cause to suffering is something I refuse to condone.

But, it’s time to let go of the pain you carry in your heart.

We will put all of the pieces back together; the same pieces that were torn apart.

Follow the light of the angels for they know the way.

Regardless of whatever happens, everything will be okay.

Follow the path that sparkles with light.

Once you reach the end, you’ll no longer have to roam by day and night.

cooltext233084778546006

Lost Monument

tumblr_nsvkffxGkE1uyc9h4o1_400

I lost myself in the winds of thoughts and relentless change.

The changes of death surround me every single day.

I weep, cry, and pray for the souls who have lost their way.

How will they find the light that will lead them back home?

God, please help guide them to the great gardens above.

Bring them to the endless rainbows that shine for an eternity.

Clear their hearts of pain and ignite their souls with your eternal warmth.

Once the winds of thoughts and relentless change stops, people will forget.

People forget about the souls who lives were taken during the massive winds.

People forget about the ones who weep, cry, and pray for the lost souls.

Their warmth disappears like the flame of a candle blown out by a careless breeze.

Where has the gentle warmth from the millions gone off to?

The fibers of my heart pull, tear, and ache for the dead.

You can’t hear the dead if the flame to your eternal candle has been put out.

The monument that was created with unity and love has been lost.

Let’s rebuild the lost monument.

Return the lost souls.

Bring them home.

cooltext233084778546006

An Angel’s Wish

 

angel-wings

I wish, I wish I was a fish.

I could be a steak, a shish kabob, the perfect, perfect dish.

There is only one reason I ever so wish to make this wish.

The reason is hope.

There are so many days where I find it hard to cope.

I try not to say things out of anger, for it makes me want to wash my mouth out with soap.

Instead I’ll hold onto hope, which stems from love.

Sometimes I need a sign;  pennies, a hug, a white dove from above.

Anger and frustration won’t help, nor would a push or a shove.

This may sound goofy, but as I stand here tonight I swear.

I make a wish and send it to an angel above, to someone who might care.

I know my wish will come true, because I know you’ll always be there.

So on this very night, I send my wishes to the angels and light beings above.

I’m sure one day I’ll get to see my wish form from the brightest star above.

Thank you.

854b38c619f8f7c4169a7f2ccaf2e475

cooltext233100892071862

Dream Journal- If Death was a Human

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

It has definitely been awhile since I have made any dream journal entries. This dream that I had a few nights ago really stuck out to me because of its nature and overall message. I have never seen Death as an actual physical, human-like being… until I had this dream. 

I was walking with a large group of people, which seemed to be a class from school. We were in a different state, Oregon or Washington most likely. There was a bit of a chill in the air and very low humidity. The scenery was mostly a dull gray color with the exception of the greenery and the colorful neon lights that lined the inside of a bar that we were about to go into. What was strange about this is we were on a campus or town square of some sort, and it was deserted with the exception of me and the class I was going with. We went into the bar which all of a sudden felt as though it was on water with a gentle ebb and flow tilting the room side to side. It was a basic classic bar with everything made from oak and bright neon signs and wine glasses hanging from the ceiling above the bar area. All of a sudden we were surrounded by these strange men with glassy eyes who grabbed a large amount of people and pushed them through a large black door. They tried to grab me too, but I yanked away from them and made it out the front door. 

I was back outside with dozens of people who were standing in a large circle. There was a malevolent looking woman, dressed in black and red, with this black swirling mist that loosely wrapped around her body like a serpent pacing around me and a few other people. She had a wicked smile, black and red eyes, light blonde hair, and pearl white teeth. There was an amphitheater and stage and a large bed of navy blue water that sat before the stage. Everyone appeared to be in a trance and more people slowly walked to the circle which grew in size. I challenged the malevolent woman on what was happening and she claimed that this was the work of death itself; which the woman presumed to be death. Cracks of thunder and lightning came from the sky that lit up our surroundings and all of the entranced people were picked up from the lightning and were placed in several different locations. Folks were transported to a concrete coliseum with a grassy stage while others were transported to open fields of nothingness as well as several random locations in the city such as a prison yard, the stage, and the bar. 

I could see where all of the people were and how they were to die, and I felt so helpless. It was torture watching tens, hundreds, thousands of people being annihilated with the blink of an eye. A light jolted through the innocents by the thousands, which caused the earth to raise for a single moment, and as soon as it started it stopped. Their bodies went limp and I felt myself screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”. I looked back at the woman and again, screamed at her, asking her why. It was just me and her at that moment in time. Suddenly parts of her body started to show between the seams of her clothes and the truth of her form was revealed: she was made up of several different body parts from different people, stitched together limb by limb. Each limb differed in shade ever so slightly, but generally it was all the same. Soon out of the woman’s mass, a man with thick black hair, dark eyes, ‘perfect’ structure, and looks that could kill. These two people were made by the body parts of the fallen. The man soon claimed himself as being death and I was stuck with them. 

I felt so much anger and rage as I saw both of them live in luxury. They had everything they could ever want, except everything was either black or dark-colored damask. They had everything from their own personal amphitheater, massive mansion filled with riches, and exotic creatures that could only ever exist in a dream. They had all of the power in the world, being able to kill by the millions who were entranced by their black magic. But then… they got bored. This created slight conflict with Death and his mistress. Suddenly, their body parts that were stitched together started to slightly tear, mix, and morph with other body parts. I held light within my own hands; it radiated around my body and I took my chance to disable Death. With the use of my light, their most prized exotic animal, also made from the dead dissolved and melted to nothing. Death’s mistress popped into a cloud of smoke and light then dissolved to dust. Death had lost control of his own humanoid form and I walked from their room onto the outdoor stage that faced the water.

I stared up at the sky and heard a deep voice praising me and encouraging me to go forward. A light started to envelop me and I could hear the voices of many cheer me on, even though I felt so unsure. I was then given wings, which I had all along as well as many other gifts added on to my being. The edges of each gift lit up like lightning and felt warm and sensitive to the touch. I knew right then and there what I had to do as the light parted the clouds in the sky, and the angelic beings which glowed in pure light, came down to me and started to guide me. I ran through the field of nothingness to find if anyone was still alive. I was heartbroken to find that I couldn’t find any survivors, until I went a little bit farther down. I was relieved to hear that there were still many others that were alive who still needed my help. I managed to help free people of their trances, then my vision turned to light as I woke up.

I still wonder if the dream reflects anything going on it my life literally or metaphorically… who knows?

cooltext233084778546006


Hey! You can now find me on Patreon, and I also have Paypal! Any kind of help and support you can give will always be appreciated! Thank you!

Mitchell’s Mumblings: Only in America- Share

Originally posted on Mitchell’s Mumblings: Only in America Only in America- Do we have opportunity to worship God freely, But our churches are empty ? Only in America- We have the right to free speech But don’t control our anger and we riot ? Only in America- We claim “all lives matter” But we…

via Only in America… — johncoyote