11:11 PM, every night was known as the 137th moment. The entire town knew to offer up one special thought from something that had happened that day. We would focus upon the thought secretly, holding it with deep intention and blessing.
As we aged, all children became very skilled and powerful at being ‘Dream Seers’, for the good of all.
“I will never forget this particular August; it crept upon us like a veiled shadow on the perimeter of the sun’s last rays. The summer felt toilsome and arcane. It is as if I had been holding my breath, silently; afraid I would not hear the story that was written for me. It seemed like… Continue reading Bone Dust August
In the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’ This child is born, unto a time, where Angels cast their light upon the path that must be taken. During the winter solstice, snow drifts softly like cinders from the heavens; melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco and Nuthatch; that carry the secrets of… Continue reading A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places;
Lady of the Woods Shimmering ashes and silvered cloth, draped long, flowing behind her, like a slow fog whispering over the forest path to adorn the lady of the woods. As the sun lies down before her, a glory of mist, in the heavens; to form the very breath of Angels of the winter land.… Continue reading ~Lady of the Woods~
It happened in a bone-dust, dry August, in the year of our Lord, 2020; that a secret was to be given in trust. A secret upon receiving that would come with a burdensome price. I will never forget this particular August; it crept upon us like a veiled shadow on the perimeter of the sun’s… Continue reading ~ Bone Dust August ~
I recall a time when we drove underneath a shiny moon, with fire in our souls. The men, Lucinda and me, Michaele Ruby were riding and sharing Christmas whiskey, in the backseat of Grandad’s beat up truck. The luminous elixir shook and shone, in moon lit glass, upon our cotton print dresses set in motion by the… Continue reading ~ Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever ~
I recall a time that we drove underneath a winter moon, with fire in our souls; Lucinda, the Men and me, Michaele Ruby, sharing Christmas whiskey in the backseat of Grandad’s beat up truck. The luminous elixir shook and shone, in moon lit glass, upon our cotton print dresses set in motion by the wind;… Continue reading ~Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever~
~ A child of the shadows dwells between two places; in the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’ ~ This child is born unto a time where Angels cast their light upon the path that must be taken~ During the Winter Solstice, snow falls soft, melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco… Continue reading ~Children of the Shadows~
Marrowbone town is as ancient and orphic as the memory is intimate with secrets. Light is the same at Marrowbone in the morning as it is at dusk, when the sun and star shine, upon silver sheen fog, reach the eyes. One will find many treasures and visions among the souls of townsfolk… Continue reading Marrowbone Town’s Secrets
~ A Town at Night has its own Secrets ~ ‘A town at night has its own secrets.’ An old woman whispered this into my child’s ear when I was I was growing. I recall the late afternoon she came shuffling down the lane by our house in October, while my Daddy… Continue reading ~ A TOWN AT NIGHT HAS ITS OWN SECRETS ~