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A rendezvous with Faith
I am Faith my name is one of belief, it’s one of a devotion to a higher power – a connection that is beyond this realm. It touches you; it fleets sometimes too- but it’s always there – maybe the clouds cover the view some days. But I am you, I am that flutter inside that reminds you to believe. I am a constant flow a source of insight from the land beyond.

I have travelled far and wide into the unseen. it’s called ‘beyond comprehension’.

I have superpowers, unique gifts they lay buried, forgotten but never gone.

You must have faith and belief and these gifts will enter you and give you... New ears for listening, new words for language ….to connect the dots to your feelings.
Your senses will heighten, you can defeat the dragon and the whellers too.
Fear is just an illusion, you have everything inside of you all the resources, you will have everything to tap into.

The paint brush in your hand brush stroke after brush stroke – blending colours together, no time for rationalism – either or but both and the dualistic.
There is no dilemma here, there is only history and myth and the invitation to create your own. The road is filled with challenge, how far you travel depends on how far you journey.
You will always come back to the start, that’s part of the compass’s role, its magnetic pull ... to draw you back in.
You will come back with gifts, a higher self, with a truer reality. A navigation system that is heightened and filled with splendour. The paint brush and the pen as your ally your magic wand, creating symbols and metaphors that connect the dots, bringing your wounds and pain and pleasure bringing all parts here now.
The invitation to take a sacred pause, connecting to a new rhythm a new rendezvous. Such delicious feelings and images in suspense. Brush stroke after brush stroke – blending and mixing colours a- new.
Creating the way of the red thread, weaving its tapestry through. Being in suspense Like that of an image that is yet to be formed, that is yet to become, its slowing revealing, and becoming matter like the conscious feminine …. such suspense … not knowing more than where you are right now …
An epiphanic form is emerging deep under the layers.

Brush stroke after brush stroke blending dirt from the earth plain, which describes the rough terrain we sometimes find ourselves in ... reclaiming what has been lost, calling it back here now. Standing at the threshold, reclaiming the call of my inner muse...