Only the waterfall where we bathed, and the tree line surrounding it gave way to the area once being a mountainside. After we passed it there was nothing for miles. I could feel Hero's eyes upon me and I knew he worried, yet this had to be done. I was so lost in thought and held such fear, and even determination, I had no wish to stop. The horses knew where to find water, and they would drink without us getting off. Darkness was falling upon us when we saw a tiny cabin. The roof had caved in, and the floor boards of the porch were haphazardly laying one top of another. There was no noise, no...
Only the waterfall where we bathed, and the tree line surrounding it gave way to the area once being a mountainside. After we passed it there was noth...
Upon the raging sea, we sailed, unable to find even an island to land. The wind twisted and turned, swirling quickly, dragging the boat to and fro, while the fierceness of the ocean's waves, banged against the boat threatening to pull it underneath the ocean. Captain Tyler begged us to get below lest we be swept overboard, but I could not. I would rather face a storm in all its fury than to be stuck in a room below wondering if we would make it. Hero had also refused and here we stood in a torrential downpour willing the savage seas to calm. Several turns of the moon we sailed in smooth...
Upon the raging sea, we sailed, unable to find even an island to land. The wind twisted and turned, swirling quickly, dragging the boat to and fro, wh...
They say your life flashes before your eyes, as death takes you, and I watched. I remembered so much of the story. Silent laughter as I remembered my first drink when I awoke at the cleansing. It had taken so long to get it, so long to find, but the hot 2 liter Pepsi hit the spot. Oh, those ugly creatures eating that raw meat and a chance meeting to the man I fell so much in love with. Icarn, Tandy, and their mama. The settling, the joining, so many things, but everything came back to Hero. Hero's eyes, his laughter, his sorrow when he realized what he had done. I had forgiven him that. That...
They say your life flashes before your eyes, as death takes you, and I watched. I remembered so much of the story. Silent laughter as I remembered my ...
Have you ever looked at your hands? Did you notice how remarkably unique they are? That is because they are personalized mirrors, reflecting who you are, your true desires, your purpose, and your values. There are personality archetypes in your hands that correspond to tarot’s major arcana that correspond to your soul’s journey, bringing you guidance and enlightenment.
This connection between palmistry and tarot is explained in easy-to-understand language in author Cynthia Clark’s Stories in Your Hands: Discover Your Authentic Destiny Using Palmistry and Tarot. In...
Have you ever looked at your hands? Did you notice how remarkably unique they are? That is because they are personalized mirrors, reflecting who yo...
He had been watching, waiting, feeling. Yes, feeling. But how could this be so? He had no soul. Oh, he had the souls of old that he carried with him, but he had grown numb to their cries. At least he tries to tell himself that. He never pitied them, never wondered how they came to be his, for his soul had been long gone. For eternity, he must wander aimlessly; no life, no thoughts, no direction. Such is the price of selling your soul. In the long run, all he achieved was desolation, isolation, and emptiness. They say with no soul you feel nothing, yet the evil one did leave him rage and...
He had been watching, waiting, feeling. Yes, feeling. But how could this be so? He had no soul. Oh, he had the souls of old that he carried with him, ...
