Beneath the ferns this man does lay as the tropical rain beats around him. Floating between his past and the present he ponders this teachings of childhood. The smell of the earth beneath him brings back memories of his younger years. Camp outs and woodland journeys so harmless they all seem compared to later memories of the war he found himself part of. A war from which there seems no escape from as years later it slowly began to creep into his waking hours. Not just the nights he had fought of for so long.

Our lady watches from a distance and listens to his heart. Not his thoughts for those are the jumbled parts of life he has learned. It is only in his heart that the truth can be found. His mind is confused wondering now where the peace has gone from this place. For days now since he found himself here there has been nothing but beauty and a sense of joy. Now he asks where is there shelter from this storm.

Cold and alone sheltered only by the ferns on the forest floor, there is an uneasy feeling within him as he begins to recall another night just like this. The night he found himself in that world far away where doing his duty change him forever. The things that not only changed his life but the lives of many more to come. He tries to push the pictures out of his mind as he had learn to do for so long. Yet here in this place it only seems more real as there in the flashes of lighting from the sky he swears he can still see them just beyond the glow. The haunting faces, the knowing stare, the final acceptance of their fate. Those memories and faces will remain there until he no longer needs to hold on to them. For they have come here too, to free themselves from the thoughts that hold them earth bound also. The unspoken bond between a victor and a victim. The victor carries the knowledge of when their life was to end and the guilt of being that victor. While the victim is still paused in that moment of time when their life was severed from their soul.

This one I fear will be a test for even the most experienced of our forest women. All the pleasures in the world can not fill the hollow of a soul that is removed before they even take their first. This is the horror of wars. Their guilt does not come from killing of the enemy as it comes from the pleasure of being the victor. Kill or be killed does not always enter into their thoughts. For on many nights these soldiers were doing a duty not many could have done. The best of the best they say and for that they forever feel they are the worst of the worse. Honored by many, condemned by a few and haunted internally by themselves only.

As the rain begins to subside all begins to quite in the forest. Soft whispers of the fairies as they begin their nightly song hums softly through the last remaining sound of droplets as they roll of the ferns where he lay. No more lightning and visions to stare him down, he lowers his head to his arms crossed underneath him. In the final moments he gives in and sleeps she slowly moves close and gently lays her body around him to comfort and warm his soul. Tomorrow will come soon enough for the journey will begin. The only way back to his life of peace will be through the life of each of those that haunt him now. Their souls are also locked in this world partially because he has been unable to let them go. It is time for them to meet their maker.

Many of his kind have not gotten this chance in their life after war. Their minds where simply destroyed by the drugs and alcohol they used to kill their pain. Some are lost in their own world somewhere between reality and their land of make believe. The ones who come here can have closure if they chose to. They can chose to be free of their fears once and for all. First they will have to learn and accept the meaning of their fears, their dreams and yes, the moments that flashback to them in their waking hours. Those moments in time they can never change, yet perhaps understand the greater purpose under heaven.

From the beginning of life there has been death. The first deaths in many ways we consider those souls who were created that chose to turn dark. Turning away from the Light. Their purpose is only known to the creator though they will never enter the world of light as we will know it. Their purpose is a scared pact none the less with the source of all light. Without the dark there would be no choice and no way to witness the lessons each of us chose before their incarnation to this world.

We will share with him the three different level, each effecting the other along a chosen path. Those who bring death, those who take life and those who give their life for this purpose and lesson. None worse or better in the end of their time. It is now as it was in the beginning. Some pray in vain that the one they prey to take this pain away or stop the world from this cause. Yet only human kind could vision a maker who could be swayed by the words of man. It is not the worlds of a prayer that changes what happens. It is what is in the heart of man and by understanding and changing their own heart man will find the way to enlightenment, peace and again enter the light.

As the woman of the forest lays comfort on this new soul she begins to think of those who have come before. Those who left this comfort to soon after learning what they must do. The key to unlock their past will lie on the forest floor waiting for a time or at the time their earthy bodies begin to pass over. Others will gather it at that time and meet them in the passageway to welcome them home. Those are the ones that chose their lives along with them before this time began. All who started the journey will go home together then to the joy of the light from which we all come. We are but simple instruments brought to aid them on this path. The chose is theirs to make once again. They can live their final years on earth in peace or remain falling asleep each night with their hand upon their forehead to symbolically protect them from dying in their sleep from the very weapon of chose that they used to take another with.

Many are lucky to begin to work with those learned men and women who tirelessly coach them towards healing. The many communities of people who work through steps towards this awakening by sharing with another human being the nature of their trouble and become willing to make amends to each person they have harmed accept when to do so would cause more harm. There are many different faiths that provide their own kind of confession and forgiveness. Only to find that they can not forgive themselves.

This belief we hold is the wisdom of ages handed down to us for as long as there has been our time. The wisdom that bestow the teaching that before each soul came into their human body from their home in the light, they chose to witness this experience as others chose to witness their part. They say that of all the universes created Earth is the hardest place to incarnate on for it is surely has the most evil thinking beings there. Those that chose at their making to not accept the light as their source have forever been condemned to walk the earth in each of their own existence and will never be allowed to enter into the light of the heavens to rest. Never for a second. That is their hell on Earth of their making and chose.

Those who are blessed to come here need to find a way to trust the source of all and reach those present of those who they still see and honor them for their part in the grand design as they will honor them. Yet the human mind is a hard one in nature. No other animal has the capability to create so much evil in thought and deed. What they call fear is a thought for False Evidence Appearing Real. Someone may look angry yet not be angry. Many may look happy yet have so much sorrow inside their heart is bleeding. Many examples of this we have seen. It does indeed take many years to learn to trust oneself and truly face any thing with the strength in their heart we call the Light and the Way.

Through the centuries and many cultures have found their way in many forms. Ancient peoples had special ceremonies where the story would be told to high priest who in turn would light a spiritual fire and as the smoke burned to the heavens so was the release of this burden. They have been called by many different names through time though the ceremony has changed little throughout.

We are visionaries here in our forest. We need only to vision the story and make it so. I will suggest the imaging writing of the story of each soul. Some beliefs are to burn these stories yet in the image world one creates they can merely bring this story folded in their hands and present it to the spirit named there in. When their full heart is within those lines it becomes their final letter home for both souls. Their purpose fulfilled, they will part in peace. We do not have access to this for them. The Source hears what is in man’s heart and that is the way it is, before, now, and until the end of our time. Each soul created to witness for them only. A private bond between the maker and man.