“So do not be afraid of them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed. or hidden that will not be made known…
What I tell you in the dark, speak in the daylight…”
“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I do not come to bring peace, but a sword…”
Angel Blue & Einar In Iron Forest (I>) Town (e)
by, Tommie Flannery Baskis
In the sun’s shadows, is where my story lives, in Iron Forest Town; an old town, of old trees and ‘older ways’.
One dusty, long ribbon of a road, was the only road that lead to Iron Forest. A place where kindred and townsfolk alike, knew how to weave a story; knew how to keep secrets hidden;
A place where the days always feel more than what they seem; a child’s day in the sun, lived for the anticipation of the mystery, each new moment brings.
My friends, Einar, Barin, Willow and I, were taught a hard lesson from the ‘Aether’ mystery, that Autumn. The lesson, that some secrets work their way from a dark, thorny place, to cast a shadow upon our souls. A shadow that slowly infects, with it’s presence, every sunlit corner it can creep into; carving a place, deep; for the light to seek out and grow…
I live with my Daddy, Magnus in an old two story house across, ‘Sleepy Souls’ creek bridge; of which I walk daily after collecting wild plants from Caedmon’s field. I slowly cross, tip toed, on small wooden planks just to hear the creaking of the honey aged, wood boards beneath my bare feet. Wood, that is silvered, worn by time, that all the splinters have been rubbed smooth.
My Daddy, Magnus calls me Angel Blue. He said my name was chosen long before I came into being, from the Old Gate Watchers. I was to be taught the lessons of my natural born gift. Magnus says I am ‘Seer’ on the wing. I could sense and seek out things that needed to be found.
I often wonder, who is watching me … now.
The journey begins, in the small forested Hamlet, where the town’s people have learned to walk in their own light. Magnus says to me, ‘They walk as the ones who came before us Angel, and you must do, too, in your time.”
The Menfolk, like their Fathers before them, were blacksmiths, carpenters, hunters, magicians… Protectors of the Vision I= Watchers in the night I>
The Womenfolk are gilded by sun and storm; shining, nurturing storytellers, walking in their visions by daylight, harnessing the dream energy at nightfall.
The Autumn season came into our town, accompanied by storms and winds that sounded like a freight train lost in the night.
I was up in my bedroom, warm and safe by lamp glow, sewing my Mother’s white cotton dress; the one with little blue flowers that look more like blueberry stains since I have been wearing it.
I tore the sun faded hem this afternoon, as I walked through old man Caedmons fields grabbing for berries, with the briars grabbing me back. Caedmon, lets me walk in his fields; he watches me from his upstairs porch, as he waits out the sun going down, with whiskey and his pipe.
I think this gives him pleasure to see my hair and cotton dress glow in the setting sun; A whippoorwill darts past me and flies toward him as his gaze is steady upon something I cannot see.
He is a man of great wealth, owning much land and lumber. He is ruggedly handsome, like my Daddy, from years of felling trees and blacksmithing. His presence is formidable but gentle. I sometimes see darkness reflected in his light blue eyes, watching me, but I am careful as to not show him I have noticed.
Einar, Barin , Willow and I grew up together in Iron Forest Town with a deep understanding of the secret gifts we would wield one day. Our bond had been silently arranged among the Elders, long ago into the story and birth of Iron Forest.
The Autumn season that had come to our town would test the depth of our souls and the very fabric of our light, forever changing the path that was written for us…and for all.
I must first tell you about the depth of feeling I have for Einar. He and I chose one another as children, when the Elders allowed the union of two souls to be promised, for the sake of the Seer needing a Watcher, for protection, during the time of visions.
The shadows that envelop Einar are primal, fierce and protective.
Einar is a watcher and grand seer from the first warrior. His lineage was boldly carved in a secret storm; a watcher in the dark, was his seal.
His gift as a seer and watcher, was to protect me in my time of Vision.
This bond was silent but very forceful between us…
The story will be continued, very soon…