My Yellow Brick Road

I am looking for the Wizard. That magical person with the cure all potions and balloon to take me back to place that I have come from...the place where I originate from, my core essence, my truth. This Wizard, he is an elusive little devil. Twisting and turning that yellow brick road so that the path to him is cloaked in mystery and illusion. A path on which I easily become confused.

Maybe he really doesn't exist? Quite possibly, he is only a fragment of a real person. A facade of a trickster that has already led me astray, beguilled by his promises of success and self importance. Has his duplicity already made me transparent?

I think that I have misused his purpose for my soul, thinking him an answer to the soggy mess that squishes beneath my tired and worn feet. Has the alliance of forces come to be a realization that the war was won by enemy forces well before the battle truly begun?

I am not beaten. Only now have I started to accept all that has come before me, as the illusionary curtain begins to open. I have asked for clarity and an unobstructed view so that I can make my soul purpose known to me. So that I can stop hindering my progress, my forward movement. I am now asking for clear direction to that purpose. For all obstacles be removed so that my own path is illuminated with intent, passion and my right and perfect for me livelyhood.

I am calling all angels to help me in this endeavor, since it has seemed too daunting to travel alone anymore.

Even Dorothy had ruby slippers to bring her home.

The Wizard turned out to be a shell of the man that people perceived him to be...that is why he hid behind the curtain.

And the Wicked Witch Elphaba finally found true love...in herself.

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My pal Gracie keeps on telling me that I need more yellow in my life...I'm starting slowly...baby steps

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