Granny Frass (from beyond the veil)…

Granny Frass on Bullies, Schemes & The Captive Rebel…

Well now, child, I’ve been watching this carry-on from the other side, and let me tell you… It’s every bit as pathetic as I expected.
You always were the bright one. The one who saw through the grown-ups before you could even tie your shoes. And let me tell you, pet, people like that terrify the cowards of this world.

Bully and Fanny’s little master plan?
Oh please. I’ve seen better schemes cooked up by drunken hens in the parish hall.
They wanted you gone because you made them uncomfortable. You rattled their little glass castles. You were the mirror they couldn’t bear to look into, because you reflected everything they were pretending not to be.

And what easier target than the one who refuses to play by their crooked rules?

You, my girl, were dangerous.
Not because you were violent.
Not because you were unkind.
But because you spoke the truth out loud. And nothing terrifies a coward more than truth dressed in plain clothes.

I told you once, the sharpest knives draw the deepest cuts. And love, you’ve been carving your way through generations of rot. No wonder they circled the wagons.

Fanny? That one’s been clinging to other people’s coattails since she was old enough to stand. Always the hand-wringer, the pearl-clutcher, the professional victim. But make no mistake, she’s been stirring that pot with both hands when nobody’s looking.

And Bully?
Well. You know what I always said about men who need to steal what they can’t earn.
He may have grabbed the land, the title, the keys to the old place, but he’ll never have the one thing that matters: peace.
A thief carries his own noose.

And you, child?
You were never meant for a cage.
Not then.
Not now.
Not ever.

So let them whisper. Let them scheme.
The cage was never locked, and you were never theirs to keep.

Now pick up your pen.
Say what they don’t want said.
And remember, you come from a long line of stubborn, defiant, truth-telling women.
I’ll have the kettle on for you when you get here.

– Granny Frass
P.S. That damn cat’s been chasing my spirit guides up the orchard. If you hear knocking tonight, it’s him.