“My My My. My Story. My Sight. My Words. My Flight. “
Think of this writing piece a a deep shadow work at best.
Someone sees a thing. Experiences a thing. The thing was something done in publicly in secret. To describe all the details exposes a person.
To not tell the truth harms the affected. The affected become afflicted and is deemed mentally ill or crazy.
I have many dark secrets I have shared publicly. Most people are so shocked that the truth is so unbelievably out of the normal that I am deemed hysterical.
I guess that is all the more reason to free myself from the burden of the trauma and share the darkness. You know. Put the light on the witch.
The witch. Yes. Not me. Not really. Or am I?
You see. One of my very important spiritual developmental relationships came crashing down when she was accused of witchcraft in front of the board of the church.
The runours. The deception. But what I saw was a living woman, full of Holy Ghost Power, casting out the real demons. The leadership of the church.
Hum. She is dead now. She passed away.
They called her a witch. I felt she covered me so well in her prayer closet that my life would change because of her.
Maybe she is speaking from the grave saying “go tell it on the mountain honey. “
Let that mediumship gift ring. And when you embarrass those that made a mockery of the gift because they could not handle the truth then well, be not afraid.
Be careful of who you accuse of the craft. In most cases they are healers sent from God and they have a vagina.
To be continued.