No, it wasn't that group of people who showed me what life is about. Hell, their so busy preparing to die that it seems life eludes them. It was by becoming an active participant in my own adventure. Now I do know that any of us are shaped and molded by the community around us, but in the end we alone are responsible for the quality of our life. I find humor in that paradox...maybe even more like irony.
Here we have one of the most precious gifts...and yet we found ourselves at death's door. Or at least that is my story. How can someone raised to believe everything around them is wicked and vile find the beauty? Well, they don't - my opinion.
So, while my husband and I continue moving forward with our soon to be relocating out of state, I saw so clearly just how JW's and other's of their ilk don't make better people out of us...we do. Not saying that we weren't good and decent before that experience, it's just that happiness breeds like and brings with it an element of Magik that I love. And all that boils down to is learning how to work with the energies that surround us. Removing my self from the negative as in JW allowed me to become the person I was always meant to be.
Thank you Goddesses and godsand ALL those wonderfully delightful fellow (sometimes) insane workers of goodness that helped me along my journey. Thanks for being here for me, ya'll.
Granny, of the "I'm tired" class.