Crystal Healing

What little bit is left of my life I give to you my reader.

Now comes the time when the line must be drawn and the fighters must be rallied with their blue faces and sharp spears. I will circle them like a knotted spinney ball around my soul to keep out the - the what.

What is my enemy if not myself when everything seems like a tumbling rolling gargantuan sphere of stone - chasing you, nipping at your heals, ready to pull you down and squish shattered bone and guts out your ears and eyes - and that is only when you feel like running.

Yes I must circle them in the colorful gowns and smiling white smiles round my soul like a spinney ball to keep out the Moorish behemoth who hulks over me in the day time and slaps me awake in the night - the pitch black silhouette who turns my family to executioners and my life’s accomplishments to blown sand on a desert wind.