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My Double-Trunk Oak, Part 2

Part 1 synopsis:  Falling asleep, I ended up in a strange land, and I was very changed.  Upon exploring I discovered a boat and a sword, then met an very strange entity…
I tuned so fast that I stumbled, and almost fell-but I was able to steady myself.  Was faced with a figure, in the shape of a human, with gray skin.  This entity had no eyes, nose, nor mouth. Even afraid, full of fear, I managed to think.
Suddenly, within my own mind there came the words, “Null and Void..”  At that moment I smote this being with the flat of my sword, an awkward movement; However, this paid off, for under my blow this creature changed, coalesced into a being of dark gray, almost black as carbon.  There was a flash of light, then he was gone.
I absorbed all of this with amazement, never having experienced anything as this dim, gloomy reality.  I was in shock, and at first missed a spark of red, glowing upon the shore.  Since I struck this entity, a cold wind blew, and when I had steadied myself, I saw a pile of red gems, a red like coals within fire.  Carefully I stirred them around with the point of my sword.  A voice within said, “check the boat,” and to my surprise I saw a rather large velvet bag, the color of green grass.  I picked it up, and then approached the gems.  They were warm, and in the cold they steamed like a pot cooking upon a stove.  Holding my hand over them, I decided they were not so hot to inflict a burn.  So quickly, I grabbed them and stuffed the gems into the green bag.
Having filled the bag, I paused a moment, reflecting upon all I had seen and experienced so far.  Reaching into the bag, I fished out one of the red gems.  It was still warm, perhaps what was left of that creature’s warmth.  There was a faint fragrance of something sweet, like citrus.  On an impulse I put the gem within my mouth, and swallowed it, dry, with no water.  I felt it go down into my stomach, burning all the way. At that moment my head began to swim, and I knew there would be some change…

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My Double-Trunk Oak…

On a pale afternoon, I was pulled down by sleep’s tender grasp, and the inside of my mind was filled with fragrant mist…
As within a looking-glass, I saw a double-trunk oak, my back-yard friend for many years…
Suddenly, there was a “shift,” and I felt a pull into that tree’s trunk.  I was aware of fibers, pith, moist juice, and sap.  Through that fiber I began to fall, sliding, being pulled down…
When the momentum stopped, with a thud I landed atop a grassy carpet of leaves, strewn about, strange leaves that I was not familiar with.  The air was cold, saturated with mist, and the heavy damp created a coronet of glittering beads of water, like hard, brilliant diamonds…
My appearance had changed. I was slender as a willow reed, with long, curly brown hair.  I was wearing a white shirt, black pants, all covered with a green woolen cape.  My feet were shod with sturdy leather boots.  They were a good fit, and well-broken in, stained with much wear…
I sat upon the thick grass, and began to explore this place with my senses.  It was quiet, for the mist muffled most sounds.  There was wind that gave me a chill, an echo of water nearby, and far-away there were the calls of birds, muted, and I was unfamiliar with those sounds. I was curious, and wanted to find the water.  Arising, I began to explore…
The mist parted and swirled about, closing behind me as I made my way through this unusual land.  The sky was gray, and the light was dim.  There was a feeling of alertness, and I could feel my blood flowing behind my eyes, and within my ears.  It was pressure that matched my mood…
Suddenly I found a shore of a lake, long and wide.  The water was still, and there were tiny ripples that formed from the play of swarming insects.  Then I noticed on the edge of the water a small boat, smooth and gray.  When I touched the wood it was smooth, and pleasing to the nerves in my finger tips.  Inside the boat there was a paddle, and I caught a glimpse of silver.  Reaching over, I discovered a sword, cold and unfamiliar to me.  There was also a scabbard, made of smooth leather.  I picked up this unfamiliar type of weapon, then noticed a belt to pull it all together.  Never had I any experience with blades, but there was an uneasy feeling crawling through my damp hair, and the hair growing upon my arms as well….
The belt I wrapped around my waist, and it hung odd and uncomfortable.  I have never used weapons, and studied the weight dragging against my leg.  Pushing aside caution, and trading it for curiosity, around I turned.  Within my mind a bell of warning sounded, and it shot fear like arrows within my body and limbs.  Then I heard a hissing sound, as my throat closed, sensing an attack that was imminent…

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Give Thanks

Give thanks, give thanks for the Day-all there is, all that will ever be-Thanks for Water, Land, Life, Earth and Sky, Air we breathe…Power given, Grace and Spirit as well…I thought, here is Life within my hands, a powerful grasp-centers of energy, and a Cosmic Dance of bodies, surrounded with Love-where do we go,  I know, always moving forward…the Path is made by walking…
Your purpose, easily seen, your Dreams added, with cross-currents, and location of your Tribe-Love was cold, a wild bird flown…Winter chill has arrived, who will understand-dew into frost, daylight tossed…
Without words, I caught this tune, and thought to borrow, and later settle-my heart reaches out to those found descending-the music was good, yet only borrowed, as that Muse channeled, merely passing through…I didn’t know what to do, handle it, as it is always passed around-old tunes, stale, but once ago remarkable…
The wise Souls were never taken as fools, and finally I discover power, and give thanks for the dance-some new, some passing through, and some will remain-by He whose name is known only to Himself….

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Into My Hands…

Into my Hands, delivered the Long Defeat- I try to Understand the Power that Fell from my Hands-the Sands of Time measure this Illusion, I try to Understand…
No Worry-Struggle brings Frustration, and that is not part of the Plan…
History reminds me of the Long Defeat, with no Question…Cried for Help, I died more than once, even as I waved the White Flag of Surrender…
Tell me of the Days Roses died, and Wine turned into Vinegar on a Sponge-Give it to Christ, they cried, on this Road to find out…
See a Toad that croaks relief from Pain and Suffering-Climbing that Hill, will it Kill me to make a Deal with God?
Out of Sync, yet full of Magick-once were Proud, yet forced to Eat Dust like a  Snake…Times are tough, surviving on Cigarettes and Coffee, gaining weight, within this Wilderness Wandering…
Never understood the Power, waiting and watching, checking time, just to see what happens…Knowing my Solution to be Personal Power, we stood by, with Silence and Doubt…
But Magick is there, they told me to settle into a comfortable Chair-we Understood this might end for a while…
Be Quiet and Relax, they said, Read and Meditate, concoct a Potion as you wait-wind a very old tape, Shake the dust from your sandals….
After all is said, any dishonest dealings will corrupt the contract, Violate all Trusts..I have not changed, but I am not the same…
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Haunts of the Sick-The Witching Hours….

The Witching Hour-I begin my rounds, disrupting sleep of the sick, and I am so sick myself…
No rest for my weary labor, armed not with fangs, but with needles instead- to prick their veins-digging deeply inclined, the blood recalls to me Burgundy wine…
Powers that be will not surrender unto me, let the Sick rest, they need their sleep, complaining about my sticks so deep, to find the Wine beneath, a ghoulish walk, it is, yes indeed…
I am drained, I complain to myself, yet it is time to begin another round, to bring terror to the sick and dying, when I am so sick myself…
Entering the darkness and the Spinner’s web, full of sleep and magick-tragic dreams of the Sick that warn of my approach-
The Sick and the Quick and the Dead sense my appearance, walking, walking through Halls, no talking, other than I come for your blood, how much they ask, A Flood of it, and then they cry, why-
Talk to your doctor, tell him or her of your bloody complaint, but they might sweep it aside, that is why once they were leeches themselves….

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Through Eternity…

This journey through Eternity brings you here with me…Kings decree, some agree, some find anger-Love creates this chain, which we are all a part-your heart within you feels a difference, and with boldness I lock this within with precision-end this vision with a manifestation, promises given to me, all deserved within this direction…
Outgrow this problem, rise above it…no other option, I am part of the Universal Mind, which has manifested me-now brings peace, power, and wisdom because of that Mind within…
There were melancholy days, they bled into nights- so dark, I could not believe they would ever come to light…I did not know how birds soar within those winter winds, frost upon my shield, how did those feathered things find warmth within nests of sticks and stalks and pine straw…
How could life go on, how could life be felt, with hope in a bargain, a promise in exchange of a present, a promise bartered for a pinch of your soul-just a little off the edge, then again, and again, and again-another pinch of something from within, surrendered to something that devours you…
Carefully trace back times past, a long, lasting look, a reflection within a book, to discover what methods are used, to once again discover those fragments of yourself, praying for help, yet help does not come- you are young now,  Good Years, trickling into a drip, nag, nag, nag…
Purpose falls flat, rats scatter, what is the matter-where does it go-will it grow cold, what do you know?  Once I was able to grow, stable jobs and good friends-what has become of me-where did it go, how will I know…

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Quest For Blood: The Witching Hours

Ancient Walls, Ancient Halls, Ancient Times, Ancient Rhymes…
Time to Bleed the Sick, Darkness surrounds me as I make my way into rooms, spirits groan as I steal their rest, harass them for a spot of Blood-“No,” they say, but I take it anyway…
Blood upon my hands, had no Understanding of this Life Force draining, just the Sick complaining…Their children holding watches of the Night in shifts, as time Sifts them one last time, before the sickle swings, casting a shadow over the sick bed-lashing out at me instead…
“Can’t you let him be, can’t you see the Suffering that be?”  I say “Dear, you are here in the Halls, these Walls have grown thick with essence of the sick, from Times past, my Leech-craft will continue within the Witching Hours, until Forces claim your Dead…” but nothing is said…
Taking Blood from those not quite Dead, falls upon my head-a Sword hangs-I do not have fangs, but Needles instead-I creep until Dawn takes us all, they let me go home…
Rushing home to my bed, find no rest, best option endure this Test for another night, then I finish my seven in a row…
You know I do not unwind, until it is time to return to those macabre halls, edifice tall, rooms for the suffering sick, there is no solace, a test of wills-killing softly with pills, potions, brews, Watch-see what they do to you, during Witching Hours, a Power Greater than yourself holds sway, just one more Day bleeding into the Night….