What if the naysayers are right? What if there is no magic, no spirit, no point? What if LOVE is a commodity,to be bought and sold to the highest bidder, and worth is measured by dollars and cents? What then?

My personal, emotional response is that I would be nothing. Worse, actually, than No Thing: I will have become a burden and a disgrace. And, as I have forged my way on this stubborn, delusional path I've wandered, many have followed. Am I now responsible for their fate? Have I deceived them, taken advantage of their belief in me?

I clearly have more questions than answers today. My God, Love, will again win out over fear, eventually...

Gratian and Other Holy Ghosts

I hear voices. I’ve never written that plain. I hear voices, and see glimpses and feel the wispy touch of Spirit- and every shred of my works owe a debt of gratitude to this phenomenon. Every word and phrase I smith, every elfin countenance I draw is sourced from this font.

Inspiration is literally the breathing in of Spirit. If I have created beauty through my faerie tales, the credit is Spirit’s.

One such calls himself Gratian. He has appeared in my dreams and spoken audibly and capably in my waking. I quote him directly, and feel the need to give glory to the old monk. He lived in the twelfth century, a brilliant catholic juror. He compiled the Decretum, or the Concordia Discordantium Canonum. I am honored to be his conduit, and as he has taught me, Love is Honor.

I write this with trepidation. The benign tarot cards have caused a bit of an uproar among individuals self-righteous and evangelical of my small community. I waited as long as I could. My children are quite grown, my personal status free, so, the time of truth and gratitude is presented.

I thank God every day for the wonder of creativity, and the joy of expression.
As of this moment, I am outing myself. All that I am, and all that I create, I owe to the Grace of Spirit.