Little 'Paths.

The Ones Who Came Dressed in Love

Here’s Betty the ‘Path.

She’s looking worried because we are onto her.

The Ones Who Came Dressed in Love.

They didn’t come snarling.
They came in soft voices, familiar faces, smiling mouths.
Sometimes they brought flowers. Sometimes they said all the right things.
But underneath, something else moved.

These are the ‘Paths’.
The ones who wear human masks but speak in subtle sabotage.
They distort the mirrors. They try to rewrite your name in the mouths of others.
They weaponise stories. They feast on doubt.

For a long time, we blamed ourselves.

We thought maybe we were too much. Too strange.
But really—we were childlike. Creative. Tender.
We were happy or trying to be.
Already softened by a previous ‘Path’ who came before.
And they feed on that. They feed on brightness.

These beings don’t just show up as people.
Sometimes they live inside.
A shadowy voice with your tone, your face, but none of your truth.
You’ll know it by the damage it causes.
And the emptiness that follows.

But the Self doesn’t break.
It watches, like the Goddess watches.
And one day, you begin to see.
You see.

So now I draw them. Here’s Betty the ‘Path.
Little ink creatures, absurd and grotesque.
Each one a memory. A warning.
A joke the cosmos is telling.

Because here’s the secret:
They can harm your life.
But they cannot harm your Soul.
They cannot touch what is truly yours.

Be calm. Be watchful.
Not everyone who says “I love you” is love.
Not every voice inside is yours.
But the one that stays silent, whole, and still?
That’s the one to trust.

Jai Maa 🌺🌺🌺

—
Mata Kamaleshwari©

I asked AI to have a go at drawing my Betty the ‘Path. I thought this was so good… ;-)