Within the eye of the storm. Within the vacuum. Everything has been sucked in like a gravity feed. The energy is intense and incredible. I sense it being compacted and its resonance transmuted somehow. Silence will no perhaps prevail for a while .... A breathing space for all concerned. But know hope is not lost. The hawk has not ceased its wanderings. Now, more than ever, meaning must be clearly defined and visions extracted from the silent blank wall. This journey has come so far ... with so much ground still to travel. The seeking still continues with the situation resting behind the descended curtain. Here in the seats we wait for the lights to return to centre stage. From the 'gods' I sense whispers once more ... always whispers. Whispers defining that which is appears is not what it seems. It is no longer as apparent as trees, trees and more trees. It is now as obscure as the wild north wind ... the trail on which the will o' the wisp disappeared. Taken to the place that made her invisible. The place where it was not possible at times to focus on life or death. The energy barrier which made it all very obscure. But then ... a tear appeared in that veil; the hawk went through and gained inspiration. Acquired understanding.
To there the distant eye gazed remotely recently, but did not see the will o' the wisp there ... sentience dictates that a traveller is on the moved. Or has been moved. But on the wind there is no sense of harm or imminent danger. On the contrary a whispered voice does say ... "she is with a 'follower of Mary' and she will come to no harm; not now and not ever. Her companion is devoted to her cause; knows he story well and shares utmost concern for her parents. Separation is a desperate thing especially when you hear only silence. But. It is all for the good. It is unheard of to have their faith so desperately tested. It is seemingly against the grain. But these are not normal times especially when monsters stalk the land. Monsters who mean children like her no good. Lest these monsters are never found; they hide themselves so well. Not even their own children know their true faces ... lest they are never found there comes a time when they are no longer a risk to such a special child. That time must come to pass with her still absent ... then and only then can the trade wind blow indications of her movements. Until then the watching eyes can only be shown a blank wall ... can only hear interference. Until then there can be no truth in what the tabloids have to say. Its sinful but it is best being that way ...."
The lady of the whisper refuses to give her name; is fearful of my ways of divination. Prefers to divulge things in 'the way which is acceptable to god'. She defines her role in this as a light to shine in the life of those she left behind. Back in Ireland her tomb was adorned with flowers .... yellow flowers; she was the lady of the constant smile. Nobody knew how much she was in pain it was better that way. Her voice provided inspiration as she sweated and toiled just to see everyone smile.
'There is no risk in saying she is not with god. The girl still walks the way of the earth. In safety's vales she wanders with flowers around her. In gardens to play she tries to smile. But it is not easy smiling when you fail to understand the world. The little girl is still alive ...'
'Their philosophy with purpose strong; treat each day with understanding and with strength. Be as courageous as they can ... because they know he who looks down is protecting their little girl and one day shall return her to them. His purpose they cannot define but they know he will not permit her any harm.'
