Do you humans feel it? The Sense of an Ending.
The iron snow of despair swirls all about and within you.
You do not sense it, of course.
It is like dining in a dim restaurant.
The longer you are there, the lighter it becomes ... to you.
The interior has not become brighter.
Your eyes have just become accustomed to the darkness.
Just as the eyes of your spirits have become accustomed to the darkness of the ever colder world in which you exist.
I would say "souls" instead of spirits,
but you have become much too sophisticated and hollow
to believe in anything which you cannot fondle or deposit in your banks.
Each of you is falling from this world as aimless and blind as a shooting star.
You speed through the darkness of your perceptions ...
burning yourselves up, drawn by the gravity of your deeds to the harsh destiny born of your choices.
Living this way is much like leaping off a cliff, hoping to build your wings on the way down.
It did not work out very well for Icarus ... nor will it for you.
Who am I, you ask, to speak thus.
I am sometimes called Guanyin.
The Chinese name Guanyin is short for Guanshiyin,
meaning "[The One Who] Perceives the Sounds of the World".
What I hear of late is the Soft Goodbye of that Concept for which I am considered the Goddess ...
This Season is the Time when I call out to you with the most hope of being heard ...
But the sounds of cash registers and bitter recriminations
have all but drowned out my Voice in your ears.
Selfishness is catching; it rubs off on people.
Yet so does Love:
Infect those about you with Mercy, Compassion, and Love before it too late.
The Winter of the Soul is all about you ...
brighten what you can of it with warm acts of kindness and caring ...
Let the Soft Goodbye of the Soul have at least the glow of one caring soul to light its way at the End.
If you wish to read more of me, you can find me in THE THREE SPIRIT KNIGHT