This is a sort of a celestial apparatus of communucation.
When someone leaves your life, whether it is forever or just a short while, there is sometimes the hesitation to promise the wait of emotional reciprocity until safe returns. This will to fend for love’s devoted mind is succinct while it is also being. It is in fact being careful to remember for the warding off of all evil in any circumstance that could lead to further separation of those involved. It tends to look and listen for signs all the while making prayers and supplications unto the messenger Gods.
Creatures like carrier pigeons and the Roman God Mercury who can brave the estranged element and bring word from one to another of both good and glad tidings. There is also being in the willingness to continue nonstop the beneficient composition of wellness in a neutral agent, an angel, of the Heavenly sphere. One to whom petitions may be made for news of a cared for person’s state of existence in a given time or period.
Let’s say between two bosom buddies whom have these many years later only now felt it within their souls to illicit from upon the light and its train some means of gaining from such their combined sense of personal freedoms. It is simply by looking into the ether at the same time at some point and realizing through old connections and that past time of report that they are both are still human, in some ways alive and for the most part relatively sane.
As well, they are humbly possessing of good ideas about what that means. Thoughtful as to how, with memories invested, they are able to keep achieving the amnesty in its throes, the sanity, And are both knowledgible, considering that it could still slip somehow, or ever have its proof come forward as supplanting things of bearing as otherwise.
It is reminisced over. Bearing upon times when conversations were one and ideas could be subliminal and the function of a get together was beheld along lines anywhere from spiritual to relief from pecuniary nominalism to simply a means of lending one another a hand in a time of need or necessary gathered shouldered burdens and great movements in full blown exudus or simply across town.
Now some 20 years older and wiser, by a hair, I find that I am not so scared of losing people to the travels and unravels of a countrywide sense of wanderlust that I myself also feel. All except one certain woman friend and her young son. Those 2 people are very dear to me and I would follow them to the ends of the Earth. But without insult of person and compassion for all things ascertainable nonwithstanding I feel I could change my home to almost anywhere in the free world as long as danger is not to much a daily fear and these 2 loved ones can also stay good and safe.
And so what moves outward and beyond this small nuclear unit is for a time here fit for ideation and high regard. I miss the people I have known. Family, friends and those heroes and heroines throughout time and those still in a way present but separated by death. Those who have touched the National zeitgeist and have also shouldered the emotional burden of this fair, far and wise open freeman’s country.
It is a blessed way and people and things come and go. We will keep strong what bonds remain. We will regard the angelic beings there agency through to either the last mechanical or bittersweet end. And we shall keep those we chose to hold dear at our tables and under our roofs for the foreseeable future. God Bless and To Good Ends
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