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What Lives, Evolves

“Do one thing today,” he said. “What you do matters less than that you find something you can do. Your foundation has been washed away, between losing your home, the wreck, and all that has happened since then. You need to rebuild it, and, contrary to what you may be told, building it out of pebbles will be just as good as building it out of a solid stone. The important thing is to have something beneath your feet. You can glue them all together later, when you’re no longer dangling in the open air.”

“I suppose I… haven’t really been told much that it’s all right to do that. That, if you haven’t hauled back an entire mountain to put under your house, it’s just going to collapse on you.”

“It did collapse on you. Simply, shit happens. The idea that anyone, whether a spirit worker or a mundane human or even one of us can be so careful and do things so perfectly that there will never come a terrible storm in life is ludicrous and also cruel, because it places the blame for Life always on you. Sometimes there is nothing you or anyone can do. Simply that you are still here, still sitting there talking to me… Many people would have stopped entirely. When someone’s life is on fire, they often can’t try to manage things in more than one world at a time, because they are focused entirely on surviving in one of them. It requires more energy than a healthy person has, Shannon, and you are not healthy, but you never left me. I don’t doubt that it would have generally been easier to have done so. But you are so hard on yourself that you don’t think that that means very much. You don’t think that working to stay near us and in contact with me counts for much, when held up against things like whether or not you were able to meditate or make offerings or do spiritual writing. What is the goal of all of that, if not to make it easier to draw near to us?”

“I think I felt like it was my job, and I wasn’t doing my job. I was being lazy or slacking.”

“Few people go through periods of starvation through sheer laziness. Not having enough well-being or money to take care of your mortal body is a crisis. Not having a home is a severe crisis. The trappings of a spiritual life, the things you do and ways you practice, are important, but they are less important than those kinds of things. If you were part of a mainstream religion, such as Christianity, would you consider yourself any less Christian if you were unable to go to church for a long time, but still, as they say, kept Jesus in your heart?”

“Well, yes, probably.”

“Don’t hurt yourself for needing to live through something any way you could. You are still alive. That is all that matters. Start from there. Remember that you are alive, and breathe.”

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Freedom

If you would like to contribute some energy or prayers to the difficult Work we will be doing over the next week to free someone from their extremely abusive family and moving them into a supportive home, we will all appreciate it.

They have been suffering, all their lives, emotional and psychological abuse, humiliation, torment, starvation, and been prevented from speaking to doctors or other people in authority on their own behalf. They have been kept prisoner by someone who should not have been assigned payee status on their disability. The paperwork said they should not have a payee, but this was disregarded, and as anyone knows, if someone else controls all of your money, there is very little you can do.

They have not had access to medicine they need.

Their payee believes they can be fed nothing but hot dogs and lemonade, or arbitrarily put on a diet that rarely scrapes them above a thousand calories a day. Sometimes they have had to scavenge for food. For a period of time, they were being fed nothing but three ounces of dry meat and one glass of water. I am entirely serious. I have been in this house. I have met these people. I have seen what they do.

Their payee has told us that they are willing to sign over those rights to one of us. It seems that they want to get rid of them so they can use the space they have been living in to make an apartment for their preferred child, so that she can live at home again, after the hated child is removed.

Said hated child is beloved of Loki. Beloved of Freyr. Beloved of Heimdall. Beloved of Angrboda. Beloved of Jormungandr. They are well-loved by the gods. And we need to act as the hands of those gods to remove this child they all care for deeply and put them somewhere where they will be assisted in any way they need, loved, supported, helped to get the correct medical care, helped with shopping, fed good foods, and allowed to do things they enjoy, as they always should have been.

Later this month is their thirtieth birthday. Let them celebrate in freedom.

Please write to me privately if you need personal information. I can be reached at shannon dot kotono at gmail.