It was sometime in the past when the world was set to spin that the Cardinals draped in bright red their feet claimed atop the steeple, the doves hecked and pecked below.
Then on to a bench a glide to the right the draped in bright red.
There was a brisk dry nip to the air.
The sound of the ‘bracrack-k-k!’ ‘bra rack-k-k!’ Would hang in the air most days and then it would stop. This time it didn’t stop and then the grounds green and air a pale gray blue started to quiver as the earth rumbled.
The cloud thick of people and dust from a far grew nearer and larger as they looked down from their mountain top paradise.
We are a few weeks away till the year 2026 arrives. Much happening till then. For the record keeping I’d like to say there was a car jacking the other day around the parts I flounce in and about, then on the road, only two lanes then into a ditch you fall, a man sitting on a stool, bag by his side, his jet black hair in mid growth twisted, without a care planted half in the way.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Shadows of the past are shimmering as I watch.
December fourth, twenty twenty five.
The future is up in the air and if you want you can grab on to it, it’s right in front of you. The clouds sometimes cover the moon at night but the sun shines strongly still.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Beginnings are just starting
What was left of the leaves in the underbrush moved as if in the wind but a solid group of being moved swiftly then mellowed its pass, then it meandered some. The lanky trees around narely tilted their heads. It waited to brush by life.
It’s the end of November and there is a bite the air. A couple of National Guards ‘folk’ were badly injured yesterday; today is Thanksgiving. A caliphate has grown right before everyone’s eyes and when you say something about it they mostly nod their heads but there is horror behind their eyes. Today we feast Thankful for our blessings, this is the American way.
I pondered the other day with my minds eye the many futures that will be coming our way, all at the same time.
Be still and listen
One day she will tell you a story
The battleship grey cinder block school building was brightly coloured inside, as a golden glow wrapped itself around everything inside. She had just received instructions for degree, Communications it would be. A hollowed sound cleared her head as she travelled to the gold square through circles and spirals that hung in the air.
The fresh smell of mint was in the air, the sound of the water gently flowing nearby cooling the air and the grounds green and fresh.
That metal thing someone worships shaped as a snake made by Moses and next to them they symbol of Gods wife, Gods take wives. Why do people dismiss old stories, is it scary that it’s probably true. There is still only one God that being true.
Brain dump time…
It was an interesting time the years Mozart wrote, the world was changing before their eyes, it was a true moment of intellectualism, the birth of a Nation, 'By the people, for the people', never had a thing happened but they did it and smiled their blood for this new Nation of Free people; they would eventually come to clear thought to no more slavery, as it never added up to anything through out history for those that were the slave, and all peoples have been slave to someone somewhere, we all own it, its not to be emulated. This was an age of reason until in France they made a bloody mess.
Sanitation they had no clue as they lived like animals all dressed up and could do fancy tricks, he died when he was 35 five.
Here we are again, swimming in the same stream at a different level of time, except our magicians find ways to hide us and or take us to space, another new world. In the midst and on the cusp of something excruciatingly frightening, because we are not in the age of reason or intellect, religious wars all around us.
The wolves are starting to gang up.
