In the Spirit of Halloween….
Once upon a time, and not too long ago there lived a happy maiden in a quiet little apartment on the Intracoastal. Each and every morning she would wake up as the sun rose in the East and came shining in her window. She would rise and shine, a shower to cleanse her spirit, then she would plug into her inner self and meditate and talk to God. Then she would grab a cup of coffee and breakfast and sit on her balcony looking into the still waters of the Intracoastal. The water would reflect her inner most feelings to the cosmos, just like a looking glass mirror. It’s been said her spirit was so bright and shining that it could light the corners of even the darkest heart, her spirit of course will filled with nothing but her love of God, self and the entire Universe.
People often thought she had it made, and that life was perfect for the fair haired maiden. Often they envied what they thought to be the perfect life the maiden lived. Things aren’t always as they seem. For as calm and peaceful as the maidens life had grown, there was still the Wicked Witch of the East who spent her days and nights trying to cast evil spells on the fair maiden.
Of course the evil witch had no idea that the fair maiden had risen above the petty greed, and wicked ways of the jealous green witch. In fact she was protected by a band of angels that sing and dance around the maiden as she travels through this life. When the wicked witch found out, it made her even more jealous and resentful and she started shooting her dark ways out like beams of smoke that filled the air. The wicked witch met her match and was brought down to dust. Not by the fair maiden, not all. It was the evil doings of the wicked witch that reflected back to her and shattered her mere existence in the Universe.
The fair maiden went on to live a happy life. She was never bothered by greed or jealousy again.
This fairy tale has a happy ending, because it never ends the love and light of the fair maiden shines on through infinity.
What can I say, my grandpa raised me up on fairy tales like Brothers Grim… plus he made up some of his own along the way.