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And yet another summer has passed. Autumn is here and I feel nothing. No stir, no rush, no echos through my mind. I feel as though my own spirit has yet again forsaken me. I wispered to it hoping it might respond. Silence. The Grandfathers are further away than ever it seems. The Great Mother is asleep and weary. She doesn't hear my voice. Her energy no longer courses through my veins like spring waters. Not even if I try to summon it. It slumbers still. I have drifted, I have failed somehow. When I look to the night sky, I am indifferent. The cascading stars are dull in my eyes. The moon, cradled by rich darkness doesn't lure me away. I am blind. I will lie down again with my fears and troubles. I am the prey of my own heart. My mind dances wildly while my head rests. They cannot seem to meet in the middle. It is as though I were lucid, running frantically through some nightmarish scene...with no escape. I awaken exhausted and longing for peace. Perhaps this is all a dream...............