Little Wren YouTube and Instagram

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsdH79mN4hECa1H5TItW4UA

Exciting news!!

I’ve started a youtube channel!

This is the link in red to the channel and also the link to the very first upload. Take your pick!

Like everything I do, this will grow and develop. The set up will improve, but for now Spirit has guided me to simply get started.

I hope you will use both https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsdH79mN4hECa1H5TItW4UA as well as this Word Press site to learn about spirituality and to help you on your awakening/healing journey.

Subscribe to both channels to keep updated, and come along with me for the ride.

Healing is forever, lets embrace it together.

You can also follow me on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/littlewren17/ for the arty stuff- it’s a bit lighter.

Grow with me.

I promised for ages that I would upload drawings and art and stuff, I’ve finally done something after a long time, both youtube and Instagram accounts, are the place to see it in action.

Thank you for all your support so far.

Love and healing to you

Krista

xx

The Great Deception

I awaken

I am loath to see the steadfastness of my teachers

I feel Anger raise it’s blade

It is swift as it screams in fury

What is this evil?

It is contempt to me!

I have played the fool.

I have been swaddled with lies

Deception is in every nook and cranny

Laughing hysterically

It could not have cared less

It cared not for any outcome, other than it’s own extension

It’s own recreation

It’s own lust and indulgence

I am betrayed and I loathe them for it

“Who is the devil now?” I scream as the truth carves through their sticky web of deceit

I slash at it blindly as rage calls me hungrily into its arms

I stumble into them weakly…..heavily

Groaning as the light of my blade pierces my own eye’s with pain and with power

The Hidden

The lessons began long ago

The setting of beliefs into concrete shackles

Some were set around her heart

Some were around her feet

Some were around her hands

Little pins were stuck into her tongue, causing great pain if she dared speak

Despite these obstructions

The Little Girl attended her work and the tasks she was set by her Captors

She was diligent with good and pure intent and desire to please.

She did her best despite her many limitations and her many bonds

In fact, she took even greater care than she would have otherwise.

The animals loved her in return.

They seemed to know her pure heart

The Captors who had enslaved her, checked the little girls concrete restraints regularly, they understood clearly, what an asset she was.

Working with the shackles was tedious, painful and difficult for the Little Girl

But she never showed that it was. Instead she hummed to herself and to those around her.

She was always gentle and soft, silent and sweet.

The Captors secretly appreciated their asset but would never admit it

The Little Girl did not fight or defend herself.

She did not have the strength and therefore could not.

She did not know any better anyway.

Over time, the Captors grew lazy.

They relied upon the heavy concrete shackles that were already in place, they felt confident that they were secure.

But beneath the shackles, the Little Girl was growing strong and powerful.

For the those concrete shackles that restrained, and were heavy burdens to carry, were getting lighter and lighter as she grew and grew.

But neither the Little girl nor her captors noticed the hidden power that was growing, right beneath their noses.

The Dark

Bats escape with thunder and force from the mouths of the wretched and dark caverns

They scream their final proclivity

It echoes dimly into the damp of the eve.

Flapping batters those who stand in the way

Endangering the fools who are curious and seduced about what lies below

It comes desperately….the desires

They erupt randomly with heat and sulphur

Sadness and sorrow that the folding of arms, were held firmly against the heart, instead of opened and welcoming

Pain binds me

I long for you when it’s grip tightens

I long for you…

….and no other….

In these moments,

I wish for you and your understanding

For the holding of your hand

For the kindness of your face

For your steadfastness and strength

For your wisdom and for your words

Understanding Change

Scratching at golden bands like the dragon Eustace

Pain …ripping incessantly through armoured scales

They are old and worn out truths that strangle and bind and burn and pain

But it is useless!!

Even the King of beasts

This ugly old lizard that breaths fire rooted in it’s belly

Let the commoners seek understanding and run from this fierce beast!

It burns everything before it

Not because of evil intent or desire to destroy

But rather to soothe

Therefore, have courage

and assist the poor beast!

Help it find a mighty claw that rips the scales away to reveal a soft and subtle skin

Leaches

The wounded sit in the sun

Applying salt and balms to wounds and to the leaches that puncture and drain and suck and creep

Removing them one by one

They are careful to find them all.

Those black worms that stretched themselves above the mire and down from wet leaves so they could launch and latch onto the warm blooded

They hide from the blazing sun as they lay in wait for the clouds and fog to impede the vision of their victims

The innocent thrash blindly and fearfully through the undergrowth

They may as well have waved a flag and harnessed themselves to a target

The enemy simply lay in wait

I remind myself to have patience and compassion for the innocent. They are the blind and the walking wounded

They shall see when they are ready

They shall heal after the firing squads have emptied their barrels and the Vampires have had their fill.

Kindness

Patience

Eloquence and space will be required

For the innocent foolishly stumble through the mire and damp leaves that are laden with vampiric worms that would rather consume their victims as they live because they are impatient for their timely deaths.

They seek desperately with drooling mouths without care or compassion or kindness.

Their desires are for themselves only

Their victims discarded after they have had their fill

They seek out and return, only once the hunger reminds them that sustenance is required once again.

They hide from the sun and lie in wait for the fog.

This Little Light

A little art performance for you.

We don’t always shine at our best. It takes practice and self belief before we feel comfortable being us and challenging anyone who says otherwise. It’s ok to sputter and spurt before you become a blazing fire. Be kind to yourself, especially when the darkness feels overwhelming. You are valuable to this world as you are. You are the only one who can shine the way you do.

You are light.

The Recognition

I gaze upon those with whom I see as those who look like me

But as I stand to face them, and look into their eyes, I see things I do not recognise. Despite the skins they wear.

I peer into them as strange things.

Aliens and vacuous beings

The search begins to look into the eyes of those who carry the light

The light that shines the same as mine

The light I can warm myself with

So that not only do we look right together

But to also see into each other as equals

As one

As those who recognise each other as home, sustenance and pure energy.