As Mark Twain once famously said, "Truth is stranger than fiction..." I'm inclined to agree; and perhaps you might be too, after reading this personal tale of a recent experience I had with an afflicted individual. May the situation soon drawn to a close. God willing.
ENDGAME REVELATIONS by Carolyn Glackin Birthed through the heart of creation An innocent child of the Light Cherished by all of the heavens And all that was holy and right With the curious mind of a dreamer And a creative imagination In those times when her world would go dark She'd dream up a whole new situation Time after time this occurred But the little one wasn't to blame Because somehow she just had to cope With the burdens of terror and shame Through illusions, some respite was found But then somewhere along the way She no longer could discern The truth from this game she would play Haunted by nightmarish visions Hounded by menacing evil In the grips of a sinister plot And a life that was fraught with upheaval With a mind that was young and unformed Left wide open, afraid, and alone She fell prey to malevolent forces Thus her mind was no longer her own Garishly fractured and twisted Her soul now devoid of the Light And no one around was the wiser 'Cept a few who had spiritual sight Years later this girl, now a woman Somehow found her way to my path From the first, I could sense the huge problem That would lead to this wild aftermath But fate likes to keep a few secrets So back then I had no way to know That the problems this woman was facing Would continue to worsen and grow Three long years, she pursued me and plagued me The stalking was truly absurd She spied on me day after day And gazed at my every word Many times, I attempted to help her For I sensed her confusion and pain But my every attempt seemed quite futile As my efforts would all go in vain There's quite a bit more to the story But not all of it's my tale to tell Although one thing I can say for certain Her whole life was a true living hell Commandeered by a sinister presence Mind controlled by this dark entity At long last, a great truth came to light She had plagued me in hopes that I'd see For if someone would only take notice And help her accomplish her goal She could rid herself of this nightmare And reclaim the rights to her soul Although I'm an intuitive healer In service to God's greater good With these horrors, I'm not trained to help her So I sought out somebody that could Now it's up to the one holy Spirit In the hands of the most sacred Light The Divine shall soon rescue her soul As I've prayed for this morning and night A new day will soon be upon us And from there, she can finally heal But for now, that is all I can say All the rest, only time can reveal. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2/28/2021
Prelude: In the twilight of our love We had a breaking dawn A transcendental epiphany That love is never gone And from that moment forward We burned brighter than the sun And in the blaze of passion's glory Two melded into one. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 10/17/19
SAHARAN by Carolyn Glackin In the twilight of our love We found an oasis A holy respite In which to share our hearts Bare our souls And rest our heads In our quietude We found a lasting solace Both in our selves And in one another There we remained In love's embrace Divesting ourselves of masks Ridding ourselves of accoutrements Revealing ourselves to the truth Opening ourselves to divine glory Until we could rest no more For we remembered That love, at its finest Can never truly be tamed Cannot be shaped or controlled Will not be limited or restricted And must, at all times and at all costs, be fully free So we released it We uncaged it We unbridled it We let it run wild, come what may We watched as it changed and grew Bloomed and evolved Advanced and developed Soon, our love had a life of its own Seemingly, it was a separate entity And yet it was a part of the whole The permanently conjoined oneness Of we two It was of us, and we were of it Unendingly And oh how we reveled in it! In a glorious haze of passion and frenzy Our souls were ignited by the eternal flame of divine love Thus we were consumed and reborn by the flame And where once stood two A singular oneness remained Conjoined by the rapture of two hearts Freed by the sanctity of divine love. And so it is. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 10/17/2019.
About the title: I titled this piece 'Saharan,' which is an adjective that refers to the Saharan desert and denotes a hot, fiery passionate quality in regard to the noun it precedes.