(This requestor is anonymous)

The superhighway of the mind is frought with dangers. The hawk that waits to pluck you from your path. The scorpion that lurks to end your journey.

You cannot go through life with one eye closed, dear heart. Do not be afraid to see blood on your hands. The barren land that is your faith right now, that comes from what you have lost, is the dark winter of the soul.

These thoughts, these memories, these dark imaginings, they bind you. They are your prison. The blood is not of your making, dearest child. The weariness of your mind is part of the pain. The feeling of being lost is because your mind is tired.

Rest. Your children, all of them (you know of which I speak) love you. There is no blame. There is only a powerful, abiding love. Warm, compassionate, joyous.

Please find your way to the water. It will comfort you. It will protect you. It will wash the self horror away. You do not deserve it. It is time to let it go. You are dearly loved.

Be mindful of your eating. Be mindful of excess. This is a trap for you. It will make the world spin out of control.

There is love for you. There is a place for you. There is one waiting for you. Roses are red, violets are blue. It is time to let the roses go, and to welcome the violets.

Be at peace.