Chapter Eighty Two: Emotional Wreckage

Highly sensitive people are too often perceived

as weaklings and damaged goods. To feel

intensely is not a symptom of weakness, it is

the tradenark of the truly alive and

compassionate. It is not the empath who is

broken, it is society that has become

dysfunctional and emotionally disabled.

There is no shame in expressing your authentic

feelings. Those who are at times described as

being a "hot mess" or "having too many issues"

are the very fabric of what keeps the dream

alive for a more caring, humane world.

Never be ashamed to let your

tears shine a light in this world.

Anthon St Maarten

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"You heard shattered dreams, too?" Father Christmas asked Santa Claus. "I can feel it through the current. The impetus was just too strong."

"I do felt something, but it is not the sound of a shattering glass like dreams are normally portrayed in the forces of the cosmos," Santa Claus replied. He has just returned from his vacation leave; yet, he's feeling quite calm despite the wave tremors but he truly knows there is a legitimate sense of danger somewhere. The situation has become seriously perilous that even its faint manifestation cannot be ignored anymore.

"Not shattering dreams, you say?" Father Christmas asked, totally bewildered. "Then, what is it that you are hearing? That sounds strange for a werewolf like you."

"I am not entirely sure, even to myself," Santa Claus said in reply. "But it is a certain noise, indeed, and there are legitimate vibrations, too, similar to the impetuses present in the cosmos as we are very familiar with."

"Just a noise? Fascinating. What kind of noise is it?"

"It is the noise of the beating of a drum."

Father Christmas fell silent as his eyes grew bigger in fear. It seems that the thing they were dreading to happen is finally arriving into reality. The present moment has become a confirmation of the commencement of the things to come, a labor of love, in order to feel the presence of the many impetus that is carried by the vibrations and wave lengths of these forces of nature.

Both of them cannot deny thinking if it is possible that the enemy has already breached the Generosity Shield.

"You know what this means, right?" Santa Claus asked. "Is there anything else that I needed to immediately know while I was gone?"

Father Christmas nodded a hard assent.

"Yes. And it confirms something for us that it has arrived, yet subtly, now that I heard this revelation from you."

Santa Claus already knew what was coming. He prepared himself even before speaking. "The drumstick already reacted, right? The Little Drummer Boys have reached the verdict."

"Indeed."

There was a moment of silence again. Obviously, there is urgency in the current situation, but neither of them know where to start in responding to the clear message of the universe.

"Then, there is emotional wreckage at this point. When did it happen?"

Father Christmas had no clue neither. His senses have failed to recognize any form of defiance that may have been breached its way into The Village. But the monent is now here, and an immediate action is needed.

"We must fortify the entrance to Williamshire at once!"

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