It is a strange light that shines on that space between spaces, where time is suspended and space is meaningless. The pressure that has been building within is released, leaving you tired yet curiously refreshed. More emptied and ready to be filled with … Well that good old Shadow will want to enslave you with those fine leaden bonds to that place you have come from, chaining you to the perpetual wheel of life, ever repeating, again and again and again and … But something feels different.
The light feels … protected… even as your Shadow walks. Can you see it?
So face it. Look straight into its presence and see through the willowy illusions that it casts. Can you hear how perversely alluring its voice has been and how coarse life has been within its shadowy cloak?
Things are different now, as you have within you the power to confidently stand up to this old and frail demon. You can heal and release what was once an iron clad grip, should you choose to see through the illusion, opening your life to house a new voice and a more expanded version of you. That has been the gift on offer over the coming days.
Andrew Smith © 2018