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Irrationally tidy people are fumbling their way across my path

with their too perfect hair styles

And their fastidiously Trimmed and or painted fingernails

Black overcoats on black suits over black shoes

Beneath glazed and fixed ambiguous eyes, color corrected of course

An the ever present many layered undefinable choking stench from too much cologne fills the air and I feel the urge to retch

All the while the overhead speakers cruelly belt out an unknown orchestral version of a Burt Bacharach tune

And no

I don't know the way to San Jose'

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Isis101
19:07 May 20 2010

Love it - lol

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You dropped your Atomic bomb

And left the vapor That was me

Hanging in the air

The unforgivable fact is that

You gave no warning

No Signal

No time to negotiate

And nowhere to run



I begin to wonder whilst misting our furniture

With my particulate bits

What has become of our detente

An event that unnerved me a little.....

I will not spin a tale or add extra bits to try and make it more than it was. I had a visitor at around 5:45 in the morning as I walked from my car up the drive to my cabin. Let me explain; I work graveyard shift as a security guard and get home around 5:30 or so. I came in this morning and pulled into my drive, turned off the car and gathered my things to exit the car. As I looked up through the windshield I distinctly saw a person that looked like they were wearing, what I would describe as a blanket, walk around my garage and into the door. My daughter is a night owl and sometimes stays up all night, so I assumed it to be her. It was just getting light so I couldn't tell for sure who it was. I walked over to the garage and walked into the open door to find it quiet and dark inside. I stood there in the doorway for a moment and tried to make sense of what was going on. I called out Heather's name but got no response. At this point my skin began to crawl because the light is over on the side wall about 15 feet away. I was thinking that it was an intruder at this point. However, seeing as I just got off work and was still armed, I told the darkness loudly that I had a gun and told whomever it may be to come out. There are no other exits from the room except the doorway in which I was standing. I still received no response so I walked across to the wall and flipped on the lights.

The room was empty.



I cannot describe what I was feeling when I realized that I had been visited by a spirit and had yelled at it as well. I quickly apologized turned off the light and left the garage.

Inside I found my daughter fast asleep as well as my wife.



This is but one example why so few people live in this area.

As I said, no bells and whistles, just the truth and it is good enough I think.

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CelestiaLaura202
01:21 May 20 2010

It is eerie when that happens.

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Isis101
19:09 May 20 2010

Hell - it's enough. I hope I don't run into any spirits.

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foxglove
19:13 Jun 17 2010

I love this and I envy you the visit of that wonderful spirit.

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She sings her children to their sleep

Haunting sweet her voice

Guides them to their dreams

The words to own and bind the choice

She seals the dark invisible seams

So bitter soft it makes me weep



She sings them to eternal rest

Her words as gifts of solace

Like a mothers touch

I listen as the opaque sound drifts

From out beneath the moon

To lay all about and subjugate

An everlasting midnight gloom



I often wonder

As she slowly lies them down

That if as claimed Dark Angel's be

This then is how they sound

No thundering chorus

Nor trumpet call

But soft as snow their notes must fall

Like the moonlight's kiss

Upon the ground.

I am somewhat uncomfortable Saying too much about my personal life and I have never had a journal but I will try hard to come out of the dark and speak as much as I can as I become more familiar with this forum. I have a sister who suggested this venue and I have found it very Interesting so far.

I am a maker of things, SilverSmith, Iron and steel Smith. and a maker of Native American flutes. I live in Waterloo AL on land that was used as an encampment for Native Americans during The Trail of Tears Death march in 1832. Waterloo was a collection point on the river for transporting Cherokee and Choctaw by paddle boat.

I am not speaking lightly when I say that there really are Spirits that walk around here and is probably the reason that so few people live in this area. I live on land where many Natives lost there lives and I try to honor them as often as I can in my daily walk and nightly wanderings.

I will say more soon as I have time.

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therealthing
18:00 May 16 2010

My dear brother, I am so happy to have you here in VR. I hope you love it as much as I do. And BTW I love you very much.

XD

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Zihauna
18:47 May 16 2010

you don't have to say much if you don't want to. just say what you like if you want. talk about those spirits even. i love connecting to the spirit whelm.

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gaulder
19:45 May 17 2010

well said brother we as indian ppl do not say a lot but when we do it matters

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Isis101
19:13 May 20 2010

It's good to honor the spirits who are attached to the earth there. At least they aren't malevolent - which is a far cry from how they were treated.



(I have Creek cousins, and Creek and Choctaw ancestors).

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foxglove
19:17 Jun 17 2010

Please keep writing. You are doing such a wonderful job of it I would think you'd been writing a journal for years.

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