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In the deep forest glade, smell of eucalyptus and pine on a freshening breeze. I can hear the ocean booming a mile or so away. A good solid boom. I am waiting for a lady friend to show up for lunch. I told her to come hungry. I would buy lunch. I look around watching the whooshing pines, no sight of her yet. The girl that served lunch moved to my picnic table. "Coffee". I nodded noting the disgust she had for the way I was dressed. My disguise as a vagabond. Green tee shirt, overalls and combat boots with a well worn baseball cap and very dark sunglasses. "What does DFQ stand for."she asked. Looking at the tab on my weathered hat. I simply ignored her small talk which was going nowhere fast. Drank my coffee and stared at her.

Watching and waiting. Boom la,Boom explosion,my head. Not three feet in front of me Mi Lady stood, staring intently with the stare she has when she is reading thoughts. She is decked out in her red hooded robe,knee high boots and Pearls around her neck down to her belly button and nothing else. "Traveling light I see." "Dressed for you sweet Liam" " How long were you standing there." "Long enough." "Ya hungry?" "Ravish some serving girls blood!" "Be my guest." I saw the gold eyes in the pines across the glade watching me. " I see you brought my wolf Mi Lady." "Always."

The serving girl arrived to take the lunch order not knowing she was for lunch. Suddenly, she dipped when she saw my companion. Taken aback that someone of such standing would be with a vagabond. The serving girl was growled at for lingering too long and thinking too much. We shared her. a tremendous lunch

We spent the afternoon telling stories, catching up, gossiping, laughing telling secrets, nodding knowingly - all the things old friends do and then some. The sun started to set she was gone with my wolf. I sat there at the picnic table as the eventide started to darken with the ocean booming a mile or two away, smelling the eucalyptus and pine on the freshening breeze wondering. I looked at the body of the young girl next to me completely drained. I beckoned the owner of the establishment over to take care of the body. Money changed hands. Lunch paid for. We both smiled. Time to go back to my cottage on the forgotten coast where the mountains meet the sea, to be among the unknown kindred once again.

I am sitting "here" with my cuppa joe. I will be 66 this summer. Nice round number. Physically Mentally and Heart-wise I feel younger. I can not say what age to those with OCD. I just feel younger.

For a long time, I told myself the story that I couldn't do this or that because I was too young too old whatever. Age doesn't really matter. All the too's. Just like everyone else. Then I had a couple of wake up calls. I had to remember that the clock continues to tick and does not stop no matter what.

The first wake up call was Cancer. No real cancer, the disease that will suck the life out of you, that eats up your insides. It is no joke. My number came up. People get tested. I have been cancer-free for the last six years. Pesky bugger.

Second wake-up call. A series of heart attacks. I was in a very high-stress profession, I was on pure commission, independent loved it except for the stress of having to earn money no money than I was out on the street, your proverbial bag-man.
I spent a good part of my youth as a bagman. I kept that picture in front of me in my profession. Finally, the Cardiologist believed me and we had an exploratory operation. Kick the tires sort of thing. When he opened me up he exclaimed you should be dead. I was very aware during the entire operation. Evidently, a vein had wrapped itself around the bottom of my heart so that wasn't working. He unwrapped it and put it in a stent. Why was I still alive? The pure force of will where there is a will there is away. That' st my light side name is Will or bill, simple. So I was simply strangling myself with very restricted blood flow. Blood is life it carries the energy to carry on. I understand that very well.

What was going on with the Company I worked for I don't know. Seemed like planned chaos. So I retired. I have missed it. I guess I was kind of a cheerleader, a joke cracker when times were tough.

Getting back to the topic of getting old. The simple answer you want. Yes, the body decays, and the mind, unfortunately, doesn't remember. But this is big but the spark is still there. It can be seen in the eyes, in the actions and practices. This is how I view things. All I can claim is right now today. The past is to be learned from and the future is to be planned for. What I humbly write comes from experience find out more about this odd character look me up. If you do contact me you will be treated with respect and accorded all the honor you require.

I woke up at 0300 am when everyone is asleep. I really like this time of day. The static is off and it is quiet great for creating. However, we are going to talk about real people, real life, real pain, real fear real love and all the rest of it .5 finger death punch is cranked up on the radio singing blue on black. I am drinking my last pinch of coffee in my cuppa joe. No more after this. The connection on the phone is crackly. Looking out of the patio door at the surf crashing into to rocks Relief spreads through my body. The voice at the other end said yes she did make it on the plane. Good chance she will make the 9000 mile flight. Won't know until she comes out of the gate and she is in my arms. If, I don't want to think of it. I have steeled myself because that's what you do with uncertainty. Steel yourself for any eventuality. Got really good friends check, got this day , check got family check. Good to go check Saddle up pilgrim. We ride off into the sunset of the universe.

The forgotten ones. It is 3 am actually 3:21. I am listening to the wolf's call to each other in greeting of a new day. Standing outside on the slate terrece I look up at the moon and know the snow moon is coming soon. Take a sip from my cuppa joe and look out at the ocean listening to the waves thunder in on where the mountains meet the sea. Maybe it is coming together for you maybe not. You will have to figure it out on your own because that has been the way since time immemorial. We all have a path through the woods to the sea. It may not be the same one but it will get you to the ocean. The wind is picking up to a howl, Oui has left me for the night to join her brothers and sisters. Everything is as it should be. Take another sip of this rich brew. I feel someone exciting my senses and there is a distant echo of whistling now in the wind. I feel a whisper behind me ear. Turn my head and the intense eyes are watching waiting for me devouring my soul-draining me of all resistance in this song of love. For me there are no forgotten ones. Many of them live up here with me on the lost coast. Where they can be left alone' I see them as the front line against our getting swallowed up by the dark energy that I spoke of a long time ago meeting it in a faraway mountain pasture and nearly getting blown to bits So sad about the mountain just rubble, scarred land and flattened trees for miles. The energy-filled streams creeks rivers with walls of mud that took out towns bridges and lost souls. Ash everywhere looked like snow. Dropped trees floating down the middle of the river. After the massive destruction caused by the Dark energy, the sixty put together a cage to contain it and threw it at the end of time and the multiverse. The sixty are the forgotten ones and they dwell on the lost coast. So there you have it you know the why and the how but not the when only I know that. You still don't know who I am thats ok I am the shadow I am the smoke...... maybe you will stop by one day and find out.

The forgotten ones. It is 3 am actually 3:21. I am listening to the wolf's call to each other in greeting of a new day. Standing outside on the slate terrece I look up at the moon and know the snow moon is coming soon. Take a sip from my cuppa joe and look out at the ocean listening to the waves thunder in on where the mountains meet the sea. Maybe it is coming together for you maybe not. You will have to figure it out on your own because that has been the way since time immemorial. We all have a path through the woods to the sea. It may not be the same one but it will get you to the ocean. The wind is picking up to a howl, Oui has left me for the night to join her brothers and sisters. Everything is as it should be. Take another sip of this rich brew. I feel someone exciting my senses and there is a distant echo of whistling now in the wind. I feel a whisper behind me ear. Turn my head and the intense eyes are watching waiting for me devouring my soul-draining me of all resistance in this song of love. For me there are no forgotten ones. Many of them live up here with me on the lost coast. Where they can be left alone' I see them as the front line against our getting swallowed up by the dark energy that I spoke of a long time ago meeting it in a faraway mountain pasture and nearly getting blown to bits So sad about the mountain just rubble, scarred land and flattened trees for miles. The energy-filled streams creeks rivers with walls of mud that took out towns bridges and lost souls. Ash everywhere looked like snow. Dropped trees floating down the middle of the river. After the massive destruction caused by the Dark energy, the sixty put together a cage to contain it and threw it at the end of time and the multiverse. The sixty are the forgotten ones and they dwell on the lost coast. So there you have it you know the why and the how but not the when only I know that. You still don't know who I am thats ok I am the shadow I am the smoke...... maybe you will stop by one day and find out.

Here we are the sun is rising, I slept past the witching hour powered right through that thankfullly. Now sitting by the patio door in my kitchen watching the brightenening of the ocean sky where the mountains meet the sea. I take a sip from my cuppa joe, lean back and stretch my body. My astral plane protector Ou sleeps on the pillows by the kitchen fire. Her big black shape rises and falls softly as she dreams wolf dreams. The reason I powered through the witching hour was because I traveled to my destination found what I was looking for and came back. Last night was a busy night at the cottage. Many visitors. We sat around the dinner table in the hall. This hall isn't one you might find in a modern ranch house linking the bedrooms. This hall is a big as the main floor of a cathedral. A fitting place for celebration and stories. Laughter echoed all last night, propositions made, word given, friendships sworn, contracts made, lines drawn. Honor and integrity in tack.

The head of staff just walked in and asked me what to do with the guests who celebrated a bit to much and passed out. I replied, "Throw them in the ocean, we are burning daylight, time for action. Oui secretly watching all this Howled.