Monthly Archives: February 2016

Prelude to Darrow Dreamwalker

: The story starts with a dream…not a simple dream. Dreams never are. They seem simple on the outside until you follow the corridors to some unknown answer. I feel like I’m in a fairy tale where the only one who knows an answer is some witch in some old cave who speaks in riddles. I hate riddles. They dance around in your brain and taunt you with their secrets. So begins my story. My life has always been strange and different. My dreams are always popping up when I don’t want them to. But when they do, they replay until I decide to write them down or do something about it. Some people would call me a precog. I just call it my gift. Sometimes it’s a curse. You see my dreams give me gifts, different talents and I have no idea where they come from. This will lead me on a journey that twists and turns in ways I can’t even begin to imagine……

My story begins with a recurring dream. In this particular dream I am the “heroine”. I don’t know what my name is but I’m sure it will come to me. Sometimes I wonder if my dreams show my past lives. The reason is I have them in sequences. Once the dream manifests it keeps popping in and out of my consciousness. So in my dream I find myself walking to a house. This house looks like a museum, the kind of house that wealthy people own. How I can walk up there without tripping any alarms is a mystery to me. But I must be expected. Why else would I be here? The door opens up to show me a stiff butler. He’s the kind that will turn his nose up at the lower class. I hate that kind. He motions for me to enter and I find myself in a parlor one that looks like it hasn’t been updated since the Victorian era, flowered wallpaper prevails. A lady in a Victorian dress is sitting there waiting for me, drinking tea, in a stiff backed chair. She motions for me to sit down.

She said, “I have need of your services.” “What services?'”

“I’m talking your unique abilities of course.”

“I’m not for hire.”

“Oh everyone is for the right price. What’s your price?”

She seemed to know about my special talent and that scared me. I don’t make it public as a general rule. That sort of gift ends you in a mental health facility in a strait jacket

I said, “My price is to know answers. Why am I gifted with this ability?”

“Oh this is a fork in your path to knowledge. I need your abilities to find my son who was taken.”

I didn’t like the sound of this at all. It seemed very dangerous and secretive. I said, “By whom?”

“It’s a secret shadowy organization that causes things to happen. They are known for their insatiable desire to gain power by whatever means necessary. It extends beyond this world and threatens to destroy all worlds linked to this one.”

“What do you mean by other worlds??? I am only aware of this one.”

She laughed musically and my vision wavered for a minute and I glimpsed a radiant white light surrounding her. Her face was beautiful porcelain, pink lips perfectly shaped. Her ears were pointed. I blinked and her features reverted back to the grandmotherly look. She said, “Really my dear, is that the truth, because your eyes show me something different. If you are only aware of this world, explain your dreams to me. And your special abilities.”

“I’m sure there are other people who are better suited to this job. Perhaps you should look into other worlds to find that person.”

“Let’s just say, you are the only one who I would trust for this job.”

“How can you trust me? You don’t even know me.”

“Oh my dear, I do know you more than you know yourself. But there is no time to speak of that right now.”

Jump to my real life now, I wake up from this dream. Thus continues the story. I’m getting ready to go to work and I see a limousine that is parked in front of my house. And my dream becomes real just like that.

This is my journey and it will twist and turn in ways that I cannot begin to imagine

copyright Heather Powers 2015

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Spiritual Awakening

SPIRITUAL AWAKENING

The call came lightly through the wind…

A bison voice spoke of all things

His body lay torn as the day grew worn

His eye closed in eternal rest

His spirit flew as the day moved

Prayers followed as his friends looked on in sorrow

A red tailed hawk flew above the sight

Keeping all from the bison spirit bright

Two cranes emerged above the gloom

They lifted the heads with their glorious flight.

His family looked on in peace as the shadows grew.

Wishing him farewell as his spirit danced in the fading light.

Hands clasped in prayer and souls blossom

Spiritual thoughts flow through their minds

They awaken dormant songs within their hearts.

Messages were given as dreams brewed.

All is not as they thought, a different mind was brought.

Souls intertwine as the tears flow.

Connecting all to each other

Becoming one with the Creator.

Copyright Heather Powers 2012

 

 

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Lucidity by Heather Powers

Sitting down here to write on paper,

I have captured these things that elude

Me and for a moment, I find utter clarity and

Lucidity.

In the chaos of every day life, I seek

To find my inner peace.

I want to find my spiritual epiphany,

But that concept stalks away like a

Scorned lover.

The elusiveness puzzles and angers me

So much so that I find myself stagnant

In movement.

As I contemplate on the world today,

I feel sadness for the potential that has

Been misused and abused like a drug fix

Is to a junkie.

Mother Earth cries out in torment for what

Has been done to her and the few that know

can’t grasp the solution to the problem.

They just dance around the subject in an

Endless tango. coming back and moving away.

So here I am again wondering what part I play

In this big joke. What purpose do I share with the

Few that understand?

Isn’t that really what everyone’s ultimate question?

So as this scribbling ends, there is still no answer that

I can give.

 

Copyright-Heather Powers 2011

 

 

 

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