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great animal magic

Saturday morning
didn't seem like it would arrive
after last night

the demons would have had me
had it not been for my animals

my totems
and their magic

I call on them
whenever I'm restless or afraid
plagued by the demon thoughts
in my head

the animal powers of my totems
see them then
chase them all away

butterfly, hummingbird
mountain lion

I feel the inner smile
the inner peace growing

each of them has magic
that can make the demons

they are my shields
they care for me

I will be their
faithful daughter.

(thank you great spirit/creator)

Copyright 8:28am, September 13, 2014
All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells/Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World
All dreams/ideas/prose/poetry/idea are legal property of this writer

*for me right now, the demon has become a particular
person, who I keep running into. she is test, a manifestation now
in a troubling dream.  which means a problem I am not addressing in
the waking world. you dream about problems until you work them out,
that is the reason for the re-dreaming. its a calling to attention.
my totems help me, immeasurably. they picked me in the reading.
I did not pick them. I feel lucky. Maybe relieved.

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