HardBlast, Ancient Dwarven Warrior & Ascended Master, speaks to the downcast.
A message from the spirit of HardBlast:
Can't a simple ascended dwarven warrior get a salted pretzel with his beer around here?
Is the whole darn world just full of mustard!?
Oh. . . . . .
Dear Ones:
I am a Warrior. A man of action, and when I fixed my peepers upward and saw that there be a revealing full moon lurking about, I knew what had to be done. So, influenced greatly by this revealing moon, during my time of ale, I have removed my little dwarf shirt, and have ventured forth to prance about as the beloved, but hairy, naked little cherub, that I truly am.
Yes, thats me. Those are my dimples.
Watch me shake it!
Okay.
Now.
Be warned.
I'm like a real cherub here.
I have filled my crap cannon with big handfuls of soft rosy petals, and I am prepared to fart them all over the gathered discontent. . . Oh Yes. . . .
Im just good like that. It's what us Ascended Masters do best.
So I have come hither, dressed like this, in the spirit of hopefully reviving those once soft, warm, squishy feelings that once made you feel so good, to say only this:
one
little
thing
today:
Flowers are blooming.
Yes.
Now you might ask, "Been into the jagger bombs today Dwarf?"
Well, I tell you. Whatever it was, it melted the blades of my blender. So, I shook it all by hand, and I chugged it.
In fact, I was contemplating my fuzzy navel, when that jagger bomb dropped into my boiler maker, and I felt the explosion all the way up to my long island teeth!
Snapps! It was really daiquiri. . . .
But seriously,
a short little meditation
for those who are still depressed,
and have long dark shadows looming,
AT LEAST - you're not constipated with rosy petals. . .
and you're probably fully dressed. . .
So think on what this dwarf said:
That; Flowers are blooming.
And if you drink too much. . .
just go to bed.
Ehh? . . . Oh yeah.......
I am Hardblast.
I have brought you this message from my galactic center,
to support your progress and encourage your journey.
So stop your whimpering, and get it together!
Believe it or not, there is still miraculous beauty out there,
whether you choose to see it right now or not.
It doesn't change, just because you feel down.
It's still there.
It's still beautiful,
still miraculous,
still filled with awesome majesty,
and still blooming somewhere.
Be still, and wash your face off.
This too will pass.
A blooming spring really can follow the winter of our discontent.
It happens all the time.
Every year.
Just like the sun comes back up, every day, and warms us.
You just have to wait for it.
(C) RLMcCormick
