June 14, 2001: Patience spent

The mirror is the only island of welcome you’re to feel. In time, your confidence shall become the woodpecker’s hotel, leaving open the same brutal attacks silently delivered to those forced to follow. I’ve been there for you! In return, you’ve cut the throat that decides if I shall live or die.

Note: Later that night, my vision to uncover was strengthened by the visitation of a thirteen-inch Copperhead. Totem studies teach that such visitations echo the presence of people you trust who in reality are quite deceitful. I chose not to chop the head off the Copperhead believing his purpose of being there’s a signal from the spirit guides and keepers to keep trying to lift the blanket off the attacker without exposing black magic traits.