Winter is coming

 Trees are trading colors for bones

And the slippery ice awaits the uncoordinated

I'm once more tunning in on Existence's wavelength

Hearing the most confusing messages

I had a sudden urge to go home to my kids

And a few hours later I got fired

Less than 24 hours after, I slipped on ice at my doorstep

And somehow I hear the world around me and everyone in it

Screaming at me, telling me to leave

As if the "accidents" will just keep on going until I leave or die

Just yesterday I was pointing out the fact that whenever I try to act on my free will, ignoring entirely the synchronicities I've learned so well to recognize and understand, I am punished by having something I care for or need removed from my life abruptly, or I get hurt (physically and/or emotionally). It sometimes feels like too much pressure on an incarnate soul, just saying.

I have taken my time for rebellion, and now it's like small puzzle pieces are falling from the stars into alignment in my head.

I shushed the fears out by remembering they can only break loose my chaos, and boy don't I have a lot of that in here! Witchcraft is bringing order to chaos, and if you have stepped into tempering with chaos, you must never loose control, or chaos unleashed will consume your life until there's nothing left.

I'm awakening from spiritual slumber and I come ready for a new adventure and ready to be fully me, because that's all I can be.