The Sword Not The Spear

The sword not the spear

I dream I am sitting on the wet sand as the ocean washes gently across my legs. The water feels cold like ice. I am staring at what Aphrodite had laid before me: a sword on one side, and a spear on the other.

It’s here, and suddenly the fire of the Queen of wands fades from my body. I look at my hands and they are trembling softly. I take a deep breath and steady myself. I can’t steady myself. I let the breath go. I feel unreal. I feel like the world is disappearing in front of me and I am just… watching. I am just watching.

I try to shake my hands out a bit, I stand up and move my body around. A tear rolls gently down my cheek and I wipe it away with my hand, I point to the sword in front of me.

“It’s the sword, not the spear,” I inhale sharply and release my breath.

Aphrodite walks over to me and picks up the sword. She places it in my hand and quietly observes me.

It’s here. It’s here and, I am not sure what I am looking at entirely. I am not concerned by what is in front of me. It feels there is something lurking in the background that I can’t see.

It feels like Aphrodite is hiding it from me.

What does she not want me to know?

I am awake.