Okay a lot of crazy stuff has been happening to, and around me. I have been realizing a lot in my life, and for the most part have put what Kris, and Mathrew has taught me into work..and Joe too. Anyway a lot of things happened, and I would only like to discuss that part with those said people.
Anyway I was out in the frezzing cold the other night trying to hunt old friends down, and I was really cold. I didn't really have anything to protect my head except for long hair, and a graual groth of beard. I also did not have any gloves on, and that was stupid as my hands were growing numb with the cold, and I couldn't grip my cane to walk seafely. I had to stop for short peroids of time to warm my hands.
Anyway as everyone may well know I'm almost completely blind with only two feet with twenty percent of detail left of sight, and twenty feet with light, and movement. I was in a position where I couldn't see at all, and yet i could see a lot.
I know I have gifts, a lot of them, and a lot I don't understand, or know how to work them, but this was completely strange.
Now realize I was in a rural town, and was walking on the back streets, but what I saw, and I mean with sight something comptely diffrent.
I was in a large thick forest by myself. It was cold, and snow was everywhere. The trees were dead with no leaves, and I heard a flutter of wings all about me. I could see ravens. I was freaking out at first, but in a few moments I was calm.
I walked towards a largeo pen grove of blackthorns, nad I saw what appeared to be the remains of people I knew, was fond of until I learned a great truth. Truth was I didn't need them in my life because they were only brining harm to me in diffrent ways. I saw blankness in their eyes, and they screamed out in agony although no sound came out.
A raven found its perch on my shoulder, and I look at it. It looked me in the eyes as if we were good friends, and I knew that no harm would come over me. I smiled to myself as the raven flew off.
Standing in the center of the grove is my cheif Goddess the Morrigan in her darker aspect of death. She sood beautiful with the pale light of the sun framing her features. She looked at me, and smiled. I knew that nothing would be wrong. I was calm, and sighed.
Looking around I looked at the tormented people. All of them were people I knew, or did not know, but had a sense of familaness. they were all people who are corrupted in the core.
I came closer towards the Morrigan, and looked down in a small pool of melted snow that was some water. I could see myself. In this picture I saw myself as i would but dressed in full leather with a blue cloak draped around my shoulders, the hood thrown back. My face was pale as if I have seen the worse. My eyes were a cold stormy gray blue There was pain, and wisdom, and worry in those eyes. I wanted to ask the Morrigan a question but all sound was gone except that of the real world all around me.
Outside the circle of dead trees I could see my princess Kayla waiting for me. She wore a skirt, and tunic of brown, and green. Flowers were in her hair. I smiled to her, but when I came to the edge of the trees she was gone.
I looked back at Morrigan and asked with my eyes if she would be okay, if we would be okay, and the Morrigan smiled. A gentle kind smile that I knew that the sight of Kayla was to warm my soul in the mists of these grizzly appreances of the deadd, dead of those still alive.
When this stopped I had walked from my grnad parents house to the docks, which is about a twenty minute walk. While this happened all sounds, feeling, and smells were of the real world. ONly sight was strange.
If anyone has any insight into this I would be greatly pleased if you could share it with me. I do know that Kayla, and I are okay, I'm not worried there, but this still bugs me.
With Love and HOpe
~Roibeard
You laugh at me because you fear what I am. You see that I am a link between the old and new, carrying the spirit of inspiration with me. That's okay though because I don't resent you. I wil always embrace you as family no matter what scorn I might recieve for I am the Bard.
