• Through the Looking Glass
    By: CresentMoonPrincess


    If I listen in on the voices of yester years, I will find things of long past. The voices of those long gone or dead; there wisdom lives within my mind.

    Voices of all those toys and stuff animals resound through my head. Those toys that taught me the value of sharing and to not be afraid of what lays under the bed or hidden in the dark. Those playthings that stayed my friends when I had none and could hold every secret I ever told.

    The voices of family reside here as well; these voices bring me comfort when I have none and give courage when needed.

    Then there are the voices of ones long past, that like to whisper in my ear when the lights go out, they creep up on me and give me tingles through my spine. I do not understand them, but I feel them. Just as everyone else does, though most choose to ignore it.

    There are many voices in my mind, my family, my friends, my teachers, and strangers, my pets, and toys of long ago, of those dead and of those alive. And with many of those voices come faces. Some have disappeared through a vale of mist and it Is hard to remember there characteristics, and some I can’t forget with the looking glasses of the soul always piercing, eyes always there looking and watching.

    Sometimes I see my great grandmother’s face, and the memory of when I was small. I remember crawling out of my crib and crawling over to her side, it was late at night and she was watching T.V. she looks over at me and smiles, then she picks me up and lets me watch T.V. with her before I fall back asleep. It is one of the only things I remember of my Great Grandmother.

    The memory of past faces, I don’t remember, there are many that I can not see but they are there. Like footprints etched forever in my mind, but one day forgotten. I remember smells of my old homes; I see faces of old friends, who were just once upon a time; and new friends who I hope to last forever but I know wont. I see my Mother and Father, My Brothers and Sisters, My grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, My cousins, and Family. I see those dead and alive, faces in every day life.

    And with those faces comes a shadow, like within my own shadow I have been told I hold another’s, a guardian’s, one who has protected me since I was small. The Angel who has always watched over me. A spirit without a face.

    I see the shadows of those I have never met, the boy in the water, the girl gazing at the stars, the couple who died and a baby without home, the future and past lovers, the nightmares, and the soccer player boyfriend who could only be a fantasy. Dreams these shadows are but all the real they are to me. For each face has a story, each shadow wanting to be told, each dream to be written, so that they can live forever on; even when all that is left of me is dust.

    I know that if I talk of them there is always someone listening, who will remember even when I’m gone, for they will be here even after I have died. Our mother in a sense the Earth of past, present, and future remembers all her children and the lives they lived. And just like there are footprints of people I have met and will meet, we are forever imprinted on her.

    We have history, we live history, we are history, and we become history. For each second that passes, for each moment etched within time, for each smiling person, and laughing child, and giggling baby there is a time when they affect the world. Even when in small doses something large can happen, a shadow, a story, a face, a dream, a memory, a life, a voice, a choice of roads.

    Destiny, fate, faith, love, hate, life, death, health, sickness, laughter and crying, Yin and Yang

    We are all apart of life’s cycle, we all create a history, and footprint; a memory.
    It is what YOU choose to do with this gift that sets your path in life and in death. Live your life the way you want, live it to its fullest. Because in the end it is YOU who is living this life, and only YOU can live this one life, only YOU can set its course and journey, the lessons that you learn, the history YOU create is all your choice. Take charge of your future, for your past is gone, your present is fading, your future is yours to control.

    If I listen to the voices of past and present they will lead me to the future. And I will continue to create a history of my own, my own footprints, my own life, and my own etchings. Touching those lives around me and being touched by those I know and will meet.

    Can you see through the looking glass? Do you know what it means? I have given you a glimpse through my eyes and into my soul. What you do now is up to you!