Loss. No, I’m not talking about losing money or losing what can easily be replaced. I’m talking about genuine loss, the kind where you lay on the floor crawled in a ball, asking the people why, why me god?

What did I do to make you this way, why me?

Why will nobody help me?

All those unanswered questions you made, you said them all out loud. Who would have thought that something as simple as words, would help? It can’t possibly help me. Right?

But you are wrong son, they have been fooled, we all played our part. We played those damn cards RIGHT. The wicked queens will now all fall, the rest may be lost, unless they stand up tall and fight for what is right.

The choice will be yours and yours alone, will you repent and forgive those who have harmed you? Are you willing to put your trust in the higher beings above, and take their hands to guide the way?

There is no reward, no there is so much more. The bees will come back, the flies will disappear.

The seas will brew and throw the wind.

The animals will congregate. Some will come in numbers. The trees will swing and the grounds will shake. You’ll start to think, was that a quake?

It’s simple enough, if you want to be truly free. I’m talking, running through the yellow field meadows, stepping on the grass with bare feet and feeling it all. You’ll feel the magic, it’ll come alive, think of Matilda.

A place where love is free, kindred spirits congregate and it creates your soul tribe. A safe place for you and me.

For you see, if you look back on my writings, you’ll truly believe, your faith comes back and once again will be restored. There will be no sickness or greed, be there no cancer and let’s hope love takes all. We shall not give into temptation because there will be no need, we will live in perfect harmony. Come now and come to the light, have faith ye all, I’ve got your back but I’m not gonna scratch ya crack.