Messenger in the Woods

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I was in prayer, walking deep into the woods that day, when I caught a glimpse of light out of the corner of my eye.

I stopped and noticed a shape fading in and out, a man dressed in the clothing of the First People.

Sea shells and talons hung dangling from his shoulders. Two feathers were tucked in his head,

tilted a certain way, which told me he was both a warrior and a messenger.

Was that a bird in his hands? When he raised his hands a set of wings was released, as he chanted blessings to the sky.

A strong wind began blowing through my hair, when I knew a strong peace had filled me, from the most ancient of times.

He was gone in a peel of thunder…..and I knew the Creator had spoken,

in a way

I could understand.

      

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Wings Filtering Through the Trees

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Having dispelled the rain from the forest I noticed a slight wind from east and a set wings,

filtering through the trees. I never did see her, but recognized her light, with a tinge of blue.

All she said really was, “Encourage one another, that is how you win…..”

Suddenly there were only wings in my vision, and her blinding light. An angel…..

or was she an eagle after all?

        

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On the Third Day

20191019_103711I was in prayer on the third day having been summoned by the mountain,

I began to climb the steep path but it was nothing but rocks and pitfalls, so battered and bruised

I hurried, realizing we needed to defeat the crows, keep them from filling the pine trees,

so bluejays could build their nests……and spring would come to us this year……finally and at last.

               

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Note: The term third day here, means the third day of the week, which is Tuesday. This is fiction.

The Colors of the Night Sky – Part IV

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Fusing bone back together was exhausting from this distance. She was almost a week away by horseback……

Just before dawn she decided to rest……but having touched his skin with her light,

even from this distance, she couldn’t help dreaming of him. All of the prophecies were true…..

she carried those words within her, and she could sense him, his very essence of who he was – when she healed his bone…..and even now.

She turned over, biting her lip even in her sleep.

And he could think of nothing but her, as he made ready to walk out of the landing craft into the hell of the Forbidden Winter.

The craft would be sinking into the frozen abyss within hours, according to the data.

He was mostly well, and needed to walk a little more than 4 hours until the ice field ended……

and this woman named Tana, from the Ebb People, had showed herself to him in a vision, or was it a dream?

She was the most beautiful, dazzling, yet strangest looking woman he had ever seen….Her eyes themselves seemed to be alive,

as oceans of the deepest blue. On her face were 2 small tattoos, one on each cheek, swirls symbolizing the ocean.

Her hair, was jet black, with large bangs……and yet there was purple flowing, actually flowing in her hair, in waves.

She had touched the deepest parts of him……did she know what he was thinking? How badly he wanted her?

      

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The Colors of the Night Sky – Part III

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In his dream he was back at the gym, working out, working on his guns curling some barbells.

He was always happy with the way his arms turned out, especially when he caught the blond he liked, staring. Then she turned away.

“What is that noise……?” He woke up with a start wondering…..shutting off the Geo-Thermal Imaging Scanner. He began modifying the screen to accept the data.

It was -10 degrees outside, and the wind was moving at 40 miles an hour, sometimes more……

and it was snowing heavily. “Great, just great!”, He said out loud.

It was then that her colors began filling his mind……along along with the darkness of the deep night sky,

her voice so beautiful, was saying to his mind, “I can help you….with your leg…..”

He couldn’t help mentioning how cold it was outside. The colors stopped moving and disappeared leaving only the darkness of the night.

He panicked and said,

“Hello?”

He didn’t know she had stopped in her tracks, realizing now he had landed in the zone called “The Forbidden Winter”.

Swirling, pulsing, colors returned and she said,

“I can still help you…..with your leg……bare your leg so I can see it…..”

He thought of responding with something suggestive, but decided not now…..Purple light, or was it a mist? began surrounding his leg.

He fell asleep saying……

“I don’t even know your name…..”

    

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The Colors of the Night Sky – Part II

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She had hoped and prayed that the purple would be strong. She could not hear them, but the people of her village were cheering having seen

the manifestation of colors. There was hope now that her mate would be found and the darkness that threatened them turned away, once and for all.

Having dunked her head 3 times the immersion was complete, as her tatoo on her chest glowed with her newly infused moonlight.

She made her way back to shore as the sun was beginning rise. She pushed her large frame through the waves without effort.

Her first vision of him began as she flipped back her hair. His hair was reddish brown…..muscular build…..was he a warrior?

He was inside something she could not understand……..

He angrily slammed another button increasing his internal air flow. “Warning!”, “Warning!”  sounded in the cabin.

He silenced the alarm and winced at the pain in his leg. A crash landing had not been expected……..

She had seen the whole thing as only a seer could, and whispered into his mind…..

“I see you, and I am coming for you!”

He heard her voice but could only see an amazing array of colors……

      

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The Best Gift

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He was out shopping from store to store and found some ear rings for her. The sounds of the season filtered

through the speakers of the mall, and yet something didn’t feel right. She had barely survived the transplant

and all he had to give her was, ear rings? It had been such a horrible year, he needed to give her something special,

but he just didn’t know what. He fought through the crowds with such a small gift, until he finally

made it back to the car, frustrated. He was almost in tears as he whispered into the dark, “God I need something special this year…..”

And then it came suddenly, struck him really, he would write her a poem!

He would pour out his heart. That’s all he ever really had, anyway.

They both cried when she tore the paper, opening the gift on Christmas Day, tucked into a wooden frame.

To this day it is mounted proudly on the wall

next to her bed. “The best gift ever…..” she said.

He had given his heart once again.

     

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