The Truth of An Old Soul

The Truth of An Old Soul

A Story by Brette Medb
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This will probably be added to later but this is the Truth of An Old Soul.

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    The words halt at the tip of my mind refusing to flow other than scattered images around my tired psychie. This is my curse. When there are so many thoughts, so many images, delusions if you will they fight to be exposed, to be understood by my conscious. My Muse has an odd sense of humor, she brings me dreams, visions of what could be but then laughs at my piteous attempts to put thought to paper. Whispers in the darkness haunt me in my waking hours and lands of long ago stalk my dreams. A soul out of place in this modern time, a longing to go back to my native home. The Emerald Isle of my soul, the place of old that calls out to me, tearing a piece in my already wounded heart. An emptiness so vast it seems as though even the great Atlantic Ocean could not fill the caverns that have carved themselves within the very depths of my soul. An Old Soul, a name, but yet so much more than just a name, the truth of my existence. A name that has slowly defined me as I realize with every passing day it's truth.

To dance beneath the darkened sky
Whispers of magic blowing in the breeze
Power abound within the soul of old
To call upon the roots that lie so deep.

    These are the words of my past, of my present and of my future, these are the words of my heritage. Both Native American and Irish, The Shaman, the Wisewoman, the ageless Great Spirit lives deep within me calling me to a lonely path that I know I must take. A sense of duty that others know not, but the demand of my soul to spread its wings and teach those who do not understand. That is the bane of my existence. Being bound to others through my need to teach and to lead others on their path through life, but seeking the solace of a forest or a desolate beach. Where my soul shall find peace has yet to be discovered but alas that is the curse of an Old Soul, to be forever trapped in the duty to help others and the wish to be in ages past. The only release; the written word. 

© 2008 Brette Medb


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well brilliant words ring so true when they come across the ears in which they were intended. in my own mind and through the experences that i have seen and understood i know now i am not alone! i am an old souls as well as old as merlyn himself, his thoughts ring true in my heart and in my deed of action. but still i struggle against being who i was ment to be because i do not want the loneliness that will follow, but at the same time i live it each and every day. to be a druid in my case, it is to seek knowledge and understand the world around me. to teach what i know so people may live in intelligence not ignorance. i do understand the aloneness, solitary thoughts bring out the best and when you put them to paper it transcends it to beauty uncomprehendable by visions and it is one form mother has aloowed us to understand our own minds and to glimpse what athers are thinking.

i like the honesty that you put forth and the way it just is! well done and may the blessings of the ancients truly bless and keep you and the lord and lady watch over you!

blessed be!
windstorm

Posted 12 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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This is one of the best pieces I've read in awhile Brette. So deeply moving... its despair subtle, yet powerful. Your word choice is brilliant. I love the images and the texture of this piece... I moved through it with such ease, but felt its strong emotion and passion.

"My Muse has an odd sense of humor, she brings me dreams, visions of what could be but then laughs at my piteous attempts to put thought to paper. Whispers in the darkness haunt me in my waking hours and lands of long ago stalk my dreams. A soul out of place in this modern time..."

Beautifully penned!! Wow, thank you... I thoroughly enjoyed reading this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a deeply moving piece, your words creating very powerful imagery which draws the reader in.
I can see the "old soul" as it looks out into the world now, longing for the quieter times of old, knowing it must find it's true path in the fast paced confusion of today.

Excellent work.

Well done!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love the poem in there... so vivid. I think that most of us can relate to that feeling of being unable to find words to express our feelings. Language is such a restricted thing - so many limitations. If one could find ways to adequately express these feelings, I think our inspiration to write would be gone.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Sounds like you might benefit from a trip to Ireland at some point in the near future! Can you do a course at some college in Ireland?

Posted 12 Years Ago


Follow your dharma hence! I feel your passion in your words in a message we all see, live, wonder and prosper upon. This is powerful, moving and touching to the deepest parts of the soul. Simply heart-felt and pure.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your heavenly old soul accompanys every moving expression in words so warm that
we feel honored that you write for us. sam

Posted 12 Years Ago


Brette..this writing speaks in valumes.. the opening sentence gave me a sense of raging waters of insight
being channeled into a faucet of understanding..and like shifting waters.. and words reflecting thought;

liken to an island existing in the middle of a vast ocean of circumstances.. life itself..exposing purpose..
there's the water of destiny shaping environment of existence itself.. and like experiences teaching the

heart.. allowing for soul's ability to focus on eternal design..."the truth of an old soul".. as I journeyed
along powerful phrase, I could feel the connecting to root intuation...as inspiration revealing the way leaders

have the ability to recognize solution.. bringing problem and answer together in cause.. but the wise..
only the wise have the ability to teach the leaders.. you project a knowledge released in reflection


Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

great message. your imagery throughout the piece is excellent. deep and poetic without being preachy or drawn out. you keep a subtle voice to your work that carries the piece, and the reader, till its end.
great work!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


This a wonderful expose of the inner workings of one 'old soul.' Excellent word choice and flow. What a grand illumination of an inate desire...to learn...to know...to lead.

Nicely done...!

Daniel

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

As I have said I have no doubts that you my dear will become a first class writer that other writers will look up to and aspire to be like. You have such a beautiful way of conveying a story and the vivid attention to details that allow it to appear into our mind's eye with so a perfect clarity. I applaud your skill and ability to write.



WellDone!!!!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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