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Upon these pages you will meet The Seer.
This is the story of his wanderings....
THE
BEGINNING
Officer Donald sits in his patrol car waiting for
his next call. Relaxed and at ease he is watching
traffic flowing on this now almost deserted street.
The pavement is wet from the dreary night drizzle
and he can see ripples in the puddles as the wind
whips through the canyons made by the tall high
rises. Street lights dance in the reflections like
stars on a clear night. The radio has been unusually
quiet tonight and a feeling of pending action
suddenly creeps up the back of this dedicated
policeman. Sighing at the contentment of being idle.
Officer Donald leans back to enjoy the solitude.
Suddenly the radio crackles to life. His best friend
Officer Everett is calling for assistance. He
answered a call to the museum and is now chasing a
burglar. Officer Donald starts his car, turns on his
lights and races off to assist.
Approaching the area he sees a man running down the
street. The man fits the description and when he
sees the police car he ducks down a passage way
between two high rises. Officer Donald reports his
position and what he saw on the radio then announces
he is in foot pursuit.
With his adrenaline pumping he is surprisingly calm.
Quickly jumping from the car Officer Donald runs to
the passage way and looks in. The rainy night has
stolen all the light and he can't see much. He pulls
out his flashlight and gun. Laying the barrel of his
gun along side the flashlight he probes he darkness
and moves quietly but quickly into the dark tunnel
of the passage way. Moving the light back and forth
he knows there is danger close, he can feel it in
the back of his neck and forearms.
There he is !!!!! Officer Donald shouts, "Stop
Police. Stop or I will shoot." The man stops and
slowly turns. "Put your hands up and link your
fingers behind your head." says Officer Donald. The
man smiles and a flash is in his eyes. Very leery
Officer Donald approaches, ready defend himself and
take man into custody.
As Officer Donald nears the man he suddenly throws
something. It drops between the two men. Officer
Donald looks down and sees a large red stone, very
old and ancient, attached to a large gold chain. A
item stolen from the museum no doubt.
The sudden distraction is just enough. The man pulls
a gun and quickly shoots. Officer Donald is struck
in the chest and immediately falls to the ground
mortally wounded. The man quickly turns and runs
off.
Officer Donald has fallen on the stone and chain. As
he lays there the blood seeps through his uniform
and drips onto the stone. The stone suddenly begins
to glow. Its light gets brighter and seems to
penetrate into the fallen Officer. Darkness
surrounds the scene and the stone no longer shines.
A bird flies seemingly out of nowhere and drops to
the ground beside Officer Donald. Spreading its
wings it wraps lovingly across his shoulders, bends
down and gently nuzzles his neck with its soft head
and sharp beak. Officer Donald stirs and becomes
aware of the bird. He rises to his feet and looks
down expecting to see blood and a wound. Nothing he
is amazed. No injury at all. The bird startles him
as it jumps up onto his shoulder and nuzzles his
neck once again. He looks and says, "Ah, my new
found friend. Can you tell me what has happened
here? What shall I call you? Raven ! Yes you shall
be my Raven." Raven bows and dips her head in
recognition of the name and her new found companion.
Officer Donald reaches down and picks up the stone.
The golden links in his hand are heavy and feel warm
in spite of the cold rain. He examines the object
carefully because he may have to testify at a trial
if the burglar is ever caught. He takes the red
stone in his hand to examine it closely. Suddenly it
glows once again, flashing brilliantly. A feeling of
calm comes over Officer Donald. He drapes the golden
chain around his neck because of some unseen or
unheard command from someone or something.
The cold and the night fades. He is transformed. Now
dressed in long flowing robes. A special energy
fills his heart and soul. Looking at Raven he knows
he can hear his new companion as she thinks and
talks to him. He smiles at Raven and says,
"Well my friend, we are off to an adventure I
believe." Taking off the new found jewel Officer
Donald appears once again. Knowing the magical power
of the stone he picks up his radio and reports, "End
pursuit. Suspect escaped."
The Seer and Raven begins on their quest to find the
magic and mystery in all. To seek the hidden secrets
of souls and to revel in sharing what they find with
those who have a sense of adventure, mystery and
magic. Those who believe!!!!!
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THE
LADY IN BLUE
Officer Donald sleeps peacefully in his recliner
after a long day on patrol. His comfort, the red
stone he had kept. It hangs now from the heavy
golden chain around his neck as an amulet. In his
sleep he reaches for the stone and clutches it in
his right hand. It glows and suddenly.....
The Seer stirs from his slumber slowly, eyes only
partially open he looks fleetingly into the slowly
dying flames of the fire in his hearth. Slouched in
his high backed throne of a chair he slowly rises to
stare at the fireplace. Flames begin to grow from
the logs that have burned for eons. Warmth fills the
night air.
The calling, yes the calling that must be answered.
A soul in turmoil awaits and The Seer knows his
journey must begin. Grey mice quickly scatter as he
slides his soft leather shod feet to gain his full
height. Thistledown, his unicorn of golden horn and
pearl droppings stirs and paws at the golden needles
of straw upon which he treads. The Seer reaches for
his cloak of mystery and dons it once again. The
wandering begins.
Moving to the door of his abode he looks back to
beckon his companion, "Come to me Raven and let us
find the waiting soul."
Out into the night they travel. Raven leading the
way and The Seer keeping pace effortlessly as though
flowing like a black stream of deep water, quickly
and silently. Down the path and through the forest
into the village. Dusk has settled and supper is
done in this sleepy village by the lake. Wind is
warm on the balmy night and nary a bird or tree limb
makes a sound. The moon is on the rise. Raven drops
to the shoulder of The Seer and silently nudges his
neck as if to urge him on.
Moving to an open window he sees a lovely creature
with dark flowing hair, damp from the bath she had
just completed. He hears her sigh of contentment as
her blue gown drops over her head and drapes her
ample body. Looking back at the bath she sighs once
again on having to leave her long and hot soak in
the fragrant water.
Touching his stone of mysteries and secrets he sees
a troubled but happy lady dwelling inside this angel
in blue. Sometimes irritable, very often fatigued
and many times without sleep for days this angel
fights the pull of her depression. She seeks
solitude in the angel kisses she sends to her long
past father who has always been her comfort and
strength. The Seer grips his stone tightly once
again. As it glows in his hand he passes strength to
her through his thoughts. She gathers the strength
from whence she knows not it came. Smiling she
thinks of the children she will soon guide to the
light of knowledge happy to have found this new
inner strength. Thoughts of Wanda and Becky flood
her soul and silver tears of joy fill her eyes with
the riches of love. She is content once again and no
longer troubled.
One of the angels here to guard over us, an angel in
blue, the companion and love of a brave warrior, she
is magic and mystery. Here for all to see, should
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THE
JOURNEY
Turning away from his visit with the Blue Lady the
Seer finds an urgent call to journey far and wide.
Not knowing what he will find he turns to his ever
present companion the Raven and says, "Not this
time. This journey is for me alone. Take care and
guard well our home for I will be back soon." With a
saddened but resolved nod of her head and a quick
peck at the collar of the Seer's vestment the Raven
flies off to stand guard.
Not knowing the things that will be found the Seer
closes his eyes, touches the red stone of life and
knowledge. Clouds roll and thunder clashes. A huge
streak of lightning dips low and plucks the Seer
into the sky. Wind streams through his hair and his
robes ripple in the sudden rush of travel. Fields of
grain flee by, followed by mountains high and still
snow capped. The heat of the plains is oppressive
and the fields are brown with lack of rain. Dust
devils rise to greet him as the Seer passes by
quickly riding the lightning bolt through the
parched lands. The final destination appears on the
horizon and the Seer approaches his former home.
As gently as a lamb the Seer finds himself alone in
a quiet meadow. He is apprehensive and knows he must
press on with the quest. The robes of mystic
revelation have been replaced by common raiment worn
in the area. The red stone of life and knowledge is
tucked safely away under his shirt and as he looks
into his reflection in the small pond, he sees he
has become his former self, even before being
Officer Donald.
Closing his eyes once again he is now accompanied by
two others and they enter a brick edifice. A
peculiar odor assails his senses but the journey
continues on. Through a maze of hallways and down a
corridor they approach a room. Passing a number of
people with ailments , a sudden sense of foreboding
comes over Donald as they near a door. Here he will
find his destination and his quest will be near. His
sense of urgent need to travel brought him to this
doorway.
A small of stature woman with silver gray hair steps
from around the corner. She does not smile nor does
she show recognition. A look of panic appears in her
eyes and she turns quickly to the oldest of the
group of three and asks, "John, who are these
people? Do I know them? And what do they want?"
The older man replies, "Helen, this is Donnie, your
son. He came all the way here to see you. And this
is Dot, his wife. You remember her!" "No, she says,
I don't remember. Are you sure?" "Yes Helen, I am
sure.", he says with a smile. The small woman called
Helen turns to Donald and says, "Okay, but I would
not recognize you if John didn't tell me who you
were." Donald looks into her eyes and see she has
spoken the truth and is still wary of the two new
strangers before her.
Holding back tears of sorrow Donald hugs his mother
and cries drops of blood from his broken heart.
After a short visit Donald excuses himself and
wanders down the hallways to find a place of
seclusion. Taking the red stone of life and
knowledge from under his shirt he holds it tightly
in his hand. It glows once again and Donald can see
the lady once more. She is full of fear and does not
understand what is happening to her. Memories are
but fleeting flashes of sight and sound that will
not linger long enough for her to recognize. Donald
looks for the spark of life that once was his mother
and finds only an empty shell.
Straining with all his might, pressing the red stone
of life and knowledge tightly in his hand, he
continues to search for the spark so he might
rekindle the flame of life and have his mother back
once more. As he searches he sees a serene garden
path made of the smoothest of river stones. Each
side is rich with wild flowers of all shapes and
colors. The air is pure and sweet. Looking up the
path flowing upward through a lush green field he
sees the silver haired lady walking ever so slowly
up toward the garden gate. She turns and looks back
at Donald, waves her hand and smiles.
Without her lips moving her words ring in his
thoughts like soft silver bells, "Have no sorrow in
your heart for me. I am on the path to my destiny
and your father waits for me. See, there, by the
garden gate. He is there, smiling, with his hand
stretched out to welcome me. It has been ever so
long. And soon I will be with him and at my peaceful
rest. The lady you see in the other place is
sheltered from all pain and sorrow with her mask of
forgetfulness. She is content and cared for. So
remember me as you see me here on the path and not
as you found me in the room." The silver haired lady
turns and continues her journey up the golden path.
With tears steaming, Donald turns away from the
peaceful scene. His quest finally over, he is left
with a great sadness but a joy as well. Now he knows
his mother is on her final journey. A journey she is
grateful to travel and at the end will be her
greatest joy. Away from her first love for so many,
many years she is on the way to him and to her home.
Placing the red stone of life and knowledge back
under his shirt he returns to the hallway and the
room. As he enters he looks upon the silver haired
lady once again. She looks up and Donald sees a look
in her eyes that tells him that she knows what he
has learned. Smiling softly she stands, walks to
him, an on tip toe kisses his lips as she did when
he was a boy. Quietly she whispers so only he can
hear, "I know it is hard, but it is almost over. I
will say my goodbye now and pass you all my love. Be
not fearful for I am in the hands of God now and
soon I will be home."
Donald closes his eyes and he is suddenly back to
the path at the Blue Ladies home. With a sigh he
sees his precious Rayvvn winging a path to his side.
She lands on his shoulder once again and spreads her
wings in welcome. Nodding her head in understanding
she gently rubs her head against his cheek wiping
away the tears. The Seer begins his journey home
with his companion riding proudly on his shoulder.
The sadness remains knowing he will never see his
mother again but he is glad that her journey is
without pain or sadness.
At home once again The Seer slumps into his chair at
the fireside, closes his eyes and dreams of the days
long ago. He lives his memories as he sleeps with
the ever watchful raven by his side.
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THE
FAMILY
Time
has moved on. A recent loss is still heavy to
bear but easier to accept. The Seer stirs in
his chair and the call of the mysteries and magic
that are about is strong once again.
The Seer rises slowly and moves to the oaken mantle.
Looking through the ancient relics he has
accumulated he sees a scroll listing names of places
and people. As he looks at the scroll the
writing fades and swims then reappears once again.
This time the names are in a different order.
As the Seer's fingers trace down the new list they
once again swim on the ancient scroll and rearrange.
At the top of the list is an intriguing name.
The Seer wonders....
Slowly crossing the room to the closet the Seer
selects a robe to wear. Dark purple with full
flowing sleeves, it has crescent moons and four
point stars of gold and silver. The hood is
deep and hides his features well. The silver
link chain belt quickly cinches around his waist.
Sliding off his slippers the Seer steps into his
black leather boots and the leather thongs tie
quickly at his calf. Reaching deeper into the closet
a sweeping cloak of very dark emerald green quickly
covers his shoulders and touches the floor.
Crossing the room and stepping into the night the
Seer blends into the evening shadows like a dark
green forest with shadows under the boughs of the
trees. Quickly moving through the night the
Seer knows his destination and wills his travel to
move quickly. Stars light the way with the
waning moon ever so dim. Dark clouds of winter
spread thickly across the night sky. Stillness
is the only sound to accompany the soft tunes being
sung by the breezes from the west. A feeling
of pending winter snow fall is in the air. The air
is crisp and cold. A sheet of glistening frost
covers the ground, lit like jewels in the night by
the dim light of the stars.
Approaching the abode of the name on the scroll the
Seer hears gentle laughter. Happiness is
filling his ears bringing a sudden gladness to his
heart. Reaching down to grasp the red stone of
life the Seer blends into the night darkness even
deeper as he nears the house. Standing a short
distance away he peers into the nearest window.
Sitting at the table are gathered the people of the
family. A mother, father and the children.
They are all playing a game and laughing, having a
wonderful time. Yet the Seer senses a
heaviness. The times are not as good as the
parents wish and they are struggling with their own
inner emotions. There is no sadness here, only
concern. The Seer focuses on the lady.
She is strong of will and leads her family with the
will of a medieval queen. Diligent in her
attention to the children she expects nothing in
return from them. Devoted to her husband and
children she is very sentimental and wishes all the
goodness that she can muster for them all. The
Seer senses all the goodness in her soul and knows
that she shares her time and life with her family
and with others. Her smile and her laugher are
spreading cheer to her entire family. She
knows that love is the most important jewel in her
crown.
The Seer continues to look in on the family as they
share in love and affection. While grasping
the stone tightly it begins to glow in his hand.
Thoughts of fair days and good fortune flow
from the stone to the man at the table. He may
not sense the flow but his spirits rise. His
concern is deep seated and a genuine wish for better
times hides in his every thought. Thinking his
change in spirits is because of his winning at the
game, he does not know it is because of the
happiness and love he is basking in from his wife
and children. With the man's spirits on the
rise the Seer is sure the that success is in store
for the entire family in the very near future.
Wishing not to disturb the family further the Seer
is now satisfied that all will be well. The
house is cozy, warm, full of love and the children
are happy. They can not play in the newly
renovated yard because it is too cold but they can
play and share time and their young lives with their
parents. Is that not truly real love?
Slowly moving away, the Seer, begins his return
journey. He savors the feeling of warmth he has
received from his short visit with this family among
the Heart of the Castle. And yet he keeps the
tie open to return if he is needed. The Seer
has not smiled in a long time, but hidden under the
deep hood is now a smile, knowing that all will be
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THE
INNER SELF
Silently the Seer senses a presence. A voice in the
mist of time is calling softly in a whisper. Words
are there but unheard and only felt as an urgent
need. Pressing, on and oppressive, unless heard
within the stirrings of a heart beat. Blinking away
the drowsiness of his recent sleep the Seer reaches
for his pipe and begins to ponder the chilling
sounds that brought him from his reverie into the
world of sudden thought and attention.
Looking deeply into the glow of his evening fire
spurts of gold, blue and green flames dance and play
gracefully among the embers. With stern looks and
deepening attention to the magical dance of the fire
the Seer sees a gathering of figures surrounding a
single person. Blurred yet and not distinct, the
single person is calm and at peace. Others in the
surroundings, a man, woman, nurse, doctor, lawyer,
children, all seem to be frantic, lost and
wandering, always looking to jump into the circle
and take the place of the single person. There is no
noise at all except the crackling of the fire but
the din of strong emotion is overpowering and pounds
on the ears of the Seer. Grabbing but not touching
the single person, the surrounding figures become
more and more frustrated. Other images
of a farm, grassy slopes, a car, a dark foreboding
place, and smells of putrid remembrances all swim in
and out of focus. A bitter taste is upon the
lips and tongue of the Seer.
Forcing his attention on the single person the Seer
begins to see more clearly. The figure is a woman. A
look of peace and content is on her face even though
lines of past worry, trial and tribulation mark her
resolve. As the others struggle to take her place
she smiles and giggles with the harmony she has in
her soul. She closes her eyes and looks toward
the source of where her strength comes from and she
smiles an angelic smile of contentment. A man of
peace whispers to her, "I am with you always." Her
strength grows and her determination is fierce with
a burning desire to succeed with even more resolve
than before.
The Seer smiles in contentment for he sees that the
single person is happy and joyful now in spite of
all the turmoil of the past. She is content now in
knowing she is strong and loving, sharing her new
found strength will all who will partake of what she
can offer. A lifelong love is by her
side and her child is once again among her fondest
possessions and memories. The surrounding figures
gradually dim each day that passes and they are soon
recognized as pains of the past that are excised one
by one. Never to be fully gone, because they are who
she has become, and guides to who she will be. But
less and less they have an influence over her loving
heart and generous character.
Contentment floods into the thoughts of the Seer for
he sees that patience and calm befit the lady who
gently called to him. To visit again will be a
wonderful appointment the Seer posts to his
calendar. With eyes closed the Seer leans back into
his deep chair and slumbers once again. The
creatures that are his constant company return to
their resting places and nod off to sleep once
again. The fire of content, with smoldering embers,
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THE
DARK LAIR
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The
bright golden sunlight of the first day of spring
fades and dims. Sweeping wings of darkness fly
soundlessly from the east to cover the meadows and
the lakes. The trees of the mountain passes grow
from dark green to the deep black of onyx and the
creatures of the forest all draw together in
silence. Night is upon the land and the stillness
fills the air with deafening silence. It is quiet
and filled with a brooding darkness. Even the
crickets seem to fear to chirp. The Seer rises from
his repose and slowly moves through his world of
curiosity to his portal on the world. What calls to
me in my slumber he wonders?
Moving slowly and cautiously he once again dons his
cloak of many silver stars and golden moons. The
purple velvet seems to be a burden, heavily laden
upon the shoulders of the Seer. But as he glides
smoothly and silently across the room, his soft
leather boots whisper quiet on the smoothly worn
flooring, his robe's flowing folds become light as
if a darkened cloud. Nodding to his creatures of
company he drapes the Stone of Life around his neck,
turns to the door and begins his quest.
Moving swiftly and with stealth, the night parts its
dark folds of mystery and without effort the Seer
follows his thoughts through the night. Darkness
flows around him as he moves along the path chosen
by some unknown calling. The moon is high and
bright, with a sky full of twinkling stars, to
everyone's delight. Suddenly another is on the same
path. The Seer steps into the shadows and becomes a
wisp of the night, silently searching for thoughts,
mysteries, secrets and dreams. He becomes aware of a
dark and brooding presence moving along the path.
The shimmering stars are a stabbing lights of fear
and foreboding to this newcomer.
Passing swiftly is a lady of fine quality with a
finely chiseled face and delicate hands. A look of
fierce determination is set in her eyes. Her cloak
is gathered and held tightly to her bosom as a
coverlet of protection. The Seer clutches the Stone
of Life and looks deeply into the imagination of the
passing lady. Fear of dreams abound in her thoughts.
Dangerous are her dreams as she contemplates her
travels. Where is the lair of fear she thinks? The
place of death and decay with the creature who lives
within. She thinks, "If I pass quickly the darkness
may be forever and never ending but I will not
become a prisoner of its blackness." Not looking
left or right the lady quickly passes through the
night.
The Seer fills his thoughts with the goodness he
sees in the lady hurrying along on her path and
climbing the stairs to her mountains. " I will not
become lost and alone in a land so grand." she
thinks. Thoughts of hers then quickly swim to
another young lady who is adding a count to her
being. A beautiful young woman with a beaming smile
floods her thoughts and chases the darkness away.
Love springs eternal from mother to child. Keeping
the daughters dreams as though gems in a rich
walnut, highly polished vault of the future days is
her goal. Ah yes, where is destiny? Can it be found
in an ode to a forgotten Knight or is it in your own
soul? Dreams of the youth show no fear and light the
way to a brighter day.
The Seer follows the lady along her path to see her
safely past the lair and on her way to life and
wishes. Her steps come quickly but delicately and
she moves lightly to her destiny. Safely on her way
the Seer stops and retraces his steps. At the
entrance to the lair he stops and turns to face into
the lair. Clutching the Stone of Life he slowly
walks into the place of death and decay. Raising his
hands high to the shimmering stars one star dips its
rays of light down through the Stone held high and
blazes into the lair lighting the darkness and
sweeping away its stench of death and decay. A
howling wind cleanses the air and wipes away the
dirt and grim. The creature of the lair cringes in
fear and with a sudden burst of fire is no more.
Retracing his steps The Seer passes from the now
cleansed lair on to the path from which he departed.
Smiling inwardly he returns to his own abode.
Greeted at the door, the creatures he has in his
care are eager to receive him back within their
company. With a nod to each and a smile upon his
lips they all are comforted with his return.
Watching as he doffs his robe of purple and dusting
off his boots of soft leather they content
themselves with his presence. The Seer moves back to
his place of repose to once again contemplate the
flames dancing in the fireplace and ponder the
wonder of what he had just seen. Contentment paints
a peaceful look about his face. His eyes close and
sleep takes him to his dreams once again.
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The Seer
Wanderer though Magic and Mystery
Of Whom Does He Write Next?
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