First off, I'm sorry to hear y'all are in this situation. Sounds like if not handled just so it could end lose/lose for all concerned.Spiritwind wrote:Be careful when rage wells up in you. Always ask yourself, who benefits from this rage? Who might be lurking in the shadows, egging you on with a smirk? For if there truly is an energy of evil intent that glorifies in destruction, mayhem and death, our only choice is not to give it satisfaction.
That rage welling up you speak of, for sure it needs to be handled with care. I've only had one experience with it, but the event proved out that the "5 Of Swords" can also be a double edged sword. It was similar to the event where I instinctively grabbed my staff and went after the wild dogs going after Braveheart, but different in the fact that it was energetic in nature and not physical.
We had just lost a dog who had gotten into the neighbor's rat poison they carelessly spew about through all the junk they leave all over the place, when another one up and disappeared one day. Night came still gone, next day still gone, and when I told old KC up the mountain about it his reaction was "oh no, it's started again. It's been a while, but this is how it happens".
"What's started again?"
"There's a lab across the border up in Southern Kentucky likes to experiment on animals, and they pay people to bring them in any way they can get their hands on them, meaning to steal them. It's been a while, but this is how it happens".
Well just the thought of that hit me like a load of bricks, it was devastating. Evening came and still no dog, did the routine dog walk to the pond with only one where until just recently there had been three, and the sadness and despair began to become overwhelming. I felt so utterly helpless...
Then about half way back to the house this rage started building from somewhere within, some place I didn't recognize. There was nothing I could really do to stop it, just stand aside and watch it erupt up through the deepest of my being, and out into the aether. It felt like thunder was spewing out of me, and I remember thinking God help the person who did this. And then it was over.
About 5 the next morning the wife and I were both awakened by a familiar bark, and rushed to the front window in time to see our missing friend bounding up the driveway announcing her arrival. She was filthy, and we picked dozens of tics off of her, but otherwise she was ok. She had obviously been captive in a filthy place with other filthy dogs, and how she got out we'll never know. But I immediately thought back to the strange events of the evening before, and knew that must have had something to do with it. Apparently if done right, Universe listens to that shit and acts accordingly.
So that's all I wanted to say, that there are two sides to this story of rage. Take it as you will.