It has been a long hot summer here at the shack.The Season has finally turned and is kindling for all the traditional Holiday celebrations.
The end of October of course is the time of All Saints Eve, The Day of the Dead and Halloween. A time to reflect on the unexplained, the supernatural and the mystery of Darkness before the light of the next day. Although Halloween has been over commercialized, most of us still enjoy the traditional celebrations: trick-or-treating, attending parties, carving pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns, lighting bonfires, telling scary stories.
So gather around the bonfire (imaginary or real) and I will tell a few true stories in honor of the unexplained and our last day of October.
It's the same kind of story That seems to come down from log ago Two friends having coffee together When something flies by their window It might be out on that lawn Which is wide, at least half of a playing field Because there's no explaining what your imagination Can make you see and feel
Seems like a dream (They) got me hypnotized--Fleetwood Mac song by Bob Welch
When I was about 10 years old there was a lot of stories about UFO's. I remember walking out of a store one night with my family. For some reason, I looked up and I saw a large triangular craft fly over very low. It was blacker than the night sky, so it showed up in contrast, but no lights and no sound were ever seen or heard. Later as I got older I thought it may have been an experimental spy plane – maybe......
Now it's not a meaningless question To ask if they've been and gone I remember a talk about North Carolina and a strange, strange pond You see the sides were like glass In the thick of a forest without a road And if any man's ever made that land Then I think it would've showed
Seems like a dream (They) got me hypnotized -Fleetwood Mac song by Bob Welch
I once dated a girl in High School who's family had to move around the states a lot for various reasons. They rented a home in Mississippi. The home had been built not long after the civil war, you know the kind surrounded by large oaks and Spanish moss. My girlfriend said every night that you could hear a piano, talking and laughter coming from the attic. She would go into her parent's room scared to death. Her mother told her "Honey don't be frighten they are only having fun, it's not the dead you have to worry about it's the living!" The story still can give me the chills at night...
My brother in law has a home up North that is a historical site built in the 1840s. He and his wife were told that it was haunted but they did not believe it. One day when they first moved in, they awoke to a pot of coffee already made. The same week my sister in law was washing the clothes and came back later to find all the clothes folded on the back steps! My wife and I went to visit them some years ago and slept in an upstairs room. My wife woke me up in the middle of the night and told me that someone was rocking in the antique rocking chair placed near the bed! I saw it move and we got up--no, ran downstairs to the LIVING room! I always wonder what was rocking that chair!!!
I have always been fascinated by the Southwestern Curanderos. Sometimes they were called witches and persecuted as such, but it's interesting to know that the word witch means "wise one" in Saxon.
They say there's a place down in Mexico Where a man can fly over mountains and hills And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine And he never will Now you know it's a meaningless question To ask if those stories are right ‘Cause what matters most is the feeling You get when you're hypnotized
Seems like a dream (They) got me hypnotized - Fleetwood Mac song by Bob Welch
I had a doctor friend of mine who had a liver problem. All the medical doctors he went to see about it gave him no hope and agreed the diagnosis was terminal. He told me frankly "they just washed their hands of it." “When I walked in front of a mirror one day,” he said, "I saw a dying man." He traveled to see an old woman who lived in New Mexico, who had a reputation as a healer (now this happened more than 40 years ago and the woman is no longer alive). She took a needle and pricked his finger for blood. He was not sure what she did with it, but she spent a long time in her small home while he rested outside. She came back and told him "you can go now." He flew back home and began to feel better over the weeks. His liver numbers started to stabilize and then became normal. He insistently says, "This woman healed me!"
As we move into November and the Holiday Celebrations begin, my greatest wish is that we are able to set aside our critical thinking and be comfortable with not knowing everything. Let's enjoy the holiday traditions and, through them, express the joy and energy we all have bottled up in us! Happy Halloween from the Little Shack.
Final Flight by S. Correu