Autism is something that is an intimate part of my life. Each year April is Autism awareness month. Alarming news is ramped throughout the media, such as the 2014 rate of autism is 1 in 68 kiddos, a scary thing. The increase is 30% in the last four years.
I want to take a different approach. I want to celebrate these remarkable children who struggle a thousand times more than you or I do on a daily basis. I have given myself a challenge. I will take all of my sales from my books in April and throw a Picnic in the Park for any family, friends or supporters living or working with autism. So that’s my plan. You can help by purchasing one of my books. Next month I will share, right here, pics from the picnic so that you can see first hand how many beautiful smiles you’ve brought out.
I also have hope that my author friends may take up a personal challenge of their own in support of Autism Awareness.
More to come. Comment below if you have an idea, question, or comment.
In the beginning, and please know this is relative, beginnings happen all the time. In this instance I am speaking of a beginning. One in which true magick is introduced to the world and a race of beings are born through its mating with nature.
At the time of this beginning there were four sisters, two sets of twins. Their names have long been misplaced in time. The sisters lived as wild and free as any ever have. One day the sisters came across a cave, the cave lead to a hidden realm. In the center of this realm was a grand garden and in the center of the garden was a pool of water. Beside the pool sat an old woman with solid white hair. She stirred the water in the pool with a white stick and chanted in a language the sisters could not understand.
“Where are we?” the first one asked.
“Who are you?” asked the second.
“Why do you stir the pool?” asked the third, but the fourth sister remained silent.
The old woman smiled at the silent one and said, “Answer your sisters questions, because you know already about this place and why you are here.”
The silent one tells her sisters that she had dreamt of this place and also mating with the earth and that she would not be allowed to mate without the balance being met. So, each of the sisters will have to mate with earth as well. The sisters agreed and reached into the pool to retrieve natures mate for them.
The first opened her hand and held a white stone that crumbled and then spiraled into wind. The second sister opened her hand to see a solid blue stone which turned into water but remained in the shape of the stone. The third opened her hand and the red stone became fire but did not burn her. The fourth opened her hand to see a moss-covered stone that began glowing green.
You are no longer human sisters, you have become the keepers of nature and protectors of the gates between this realm and many others. When you mate with another, they must be of your kind. The world has a new race, one that will be the stewards of the garden of life in which you now stand. Drink of the water of life and harm none in your endeavors. Live free and love, protect the earth, protect your mate whether of nature or life. Go now my defenders and prosper.
Since this beginning we have been among you, living, loving and protecting.
Copyright © 2014 Karli Rush