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Entering the merry-go-round of trust

Trust, especially among humans comes in grains of degrees of proof. Kathy Black proved herself, as a tough nut to crack. The invisible wall she chanted into manifestation denied them entrance, so they conjured another avenue. A psychic fair always employs at least one psychic artist.  He would influence the artist’s hand and draw himself, which rated in the highest degree of proof. She would believe and take down that wall.

It backfired.  Trust seized to exist in the woman, though many sought her out to share their sordid life details. As she continued helping others, the Hippie Ghost Band knew her desperate cry, as life slowly poured out of her.

 

“It’s time for an intervention, of the Woodstock Nation variety”, the lead guitarist in the group called out to the other members. “Who will join me?”

As figured, the other three of the group accepted the offer, but something else took them by surprise. It knocked the wind out of their sail. “How can this be”, all asked?

Every color known to humanity pushed through a flying rainbow, which rider became a legend eons ago. Behind the flying rainbow, came elementals of every spirit realm, acting as delegates.

“We will rock you”, they all sang as they approached the Hippie Ghost Band.

Could it be? Are they the instruments of the fates? Is it the year for the end of destruction? These delegates would write the story of an ending followed by the void of nothingness or the ending followed by a beginning. She is the last hope.

Hippie Ghost Band’s Ghost Stories

What can happen when a group of spirits, decide to channel a paranormal book? They call on their conduit to help them with storytelling. Enjoy the virtual daily writings of the Hippie Ghost Band, as they collaborate with Jasmine Renee Abbott, to write a paranormal story, and deliver a new section daily. It will have you at the edge of your seat.

    Earth’s realm last chance.

by Hippie Ghost Band and Jasmine Renee Abbott

April 1st 2017

Staving off an epic war weighed heavy on his mind. A deep sigh exited his mouth the same time he let go of a rare black feather. “Raven feather take this message to your people.”  He watched a current steadied the feather, while it changed direction, and headed to its destination.

Slowly, a man known for his ageless looks, turned from the window, and stumbled into the tawny leather desk chair.  Shifting his foot, out of the torn hem multi-color robe, he mentally noted to inform her about the unraveling hem. His sea blue eyes rested on the sight of the empty desk. Just an hour ago six different feathers donned it, with each prepared to deliver a message to its realm. Resting assured all would come, except one. Demon of Mythology’s support rested on critical. If he withdraws his support, the light engulfing all the realms will elapse into a tiny spark.

Soft feet, and a flutter of wings caught his attention as they neared the door.

“Master, I have coffee for us.”  A petite woman barely five foot, balanced two cups of coffee, as she closed the door behind her.

“It’s needed. Thank you.” He took his cup and lightly kissed her waist length blonde hair, and inhaled a rainbow dewdrop, which traveled through her hair.  He could exist comfortably on those dewdrop treats, he thought to himself. It also provided the sole nectar to his youthful appearance. “My precious gem, the sunrise has peaked, and all the messages have taken the route to their destination.

“Did you send Raven? The Dark Rainbow needs to join us.”

“Yes. Karen and Abe will be the first. Their secondary warriors with healing abilities are on notice, just in case.”

She smiled at her wary Master and husband for eons. His heart beat a different message from others, which won her over at the dawn of their eon. He would become the first Master Spirit Wind to love a different type of spirit wind. They married and agreed to the concept, of another way. Skipping a honeymoon, they started the path of desegregating. Sadly, both knew, another way, might become extinct, within a fleeting moment.

“What’s your plans?”

“We need Demon, but he won’t come.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. A wind of gossip recently floated out our citadel today. The Citrine Goddess is on her way.”

“This is your doing?”

Her broad smile and glistening sparkle in her eyes clued him of her doing. “Ah, my brilliant lover and wife.”

Their lips touched briefly, as he waited for her to report more. “Her sister agreed to enter earth as Citrine’s twin. The couple they have picked to infiltrate might concern others, but not me. The womb is one with the Demon of Truth.”

She waited till he swallowed and caught his breath before going on about them. Fear covered the beads of sweat on his head. “They will be born that seed, but will not inhale the essence.”

“You know these two women are only to permitted to enter the Earth realm if all other avenues failed? ”

“Master, I am aware. They offered to go. A request never was presented. There’s a prophecy that traveled in my land for eons; if these sisters end up in the same location, you, the elder of the Spirit Wind, must join them.”

“You and your family knew this?”

“Yes, love. This prediction pained my family. Could I handle if you were sent.?”

He nodded, as he took her into his arms, feeling the dark rainbow wings floating back into her spine, giving them freedom to hug tightly.

“Demon of mythology will come. We have a bigger concern.”

“What is that, darling.”

“Convincing the realms to enter Earth and creating the Hippie Nation. Each knows they risk of forgetting who they are, will increases as they age. To get into any realm with a surplus of negativity is risky, but this borders on insanity. They just experienced a war of worlds, which horrified the genetic pool of this realm. It cut deeper this time than previous times. Another one is brewing, and it could demolish the heart of the soul leaving the ego in control.”

“My love. I know. It’s the last hope. The last card, to play. If they fail, all we have left is a speck of light, as the darkness of negativity enters and swallows up the souls visiting the earth realm.

April 4th, 2017

“Hello.”

His deep voice caught the small group’s attention. Heads bowed as he approached, and took his place next to his wife.

“Bright Day Blessings Father. It is good to see you.”

He smiled at the two Dark Rainbow fairies, in agreement, while kissing the hand of the Citrine Goddess. “It’s good you came Citrine. Is he?”

“His heart beat is in my ear distance. I would say about a day’s journey, before he arrives.”

“My wife and I are forever grateful for your actions. We have the sitting room set up with refreshments. Please join us.”

Abe realized his question was not forthcoming until they all arrived. If Demon is coming, the prophecy will befall. Demon and Citrine will give birth to the leaders of the Hippie group. This information laid deep in the depiction his eye uncovered, on an old yellow sheet of parchment paper, a year or two ago.

He took his mates hand into his, as they let their wings sprout out, and followed the Elders and Citrine into a cookie cutter house. The home don a graham cracker brick layout, with layered white frosting in-between the bricks. A square or rectangular shape house escaped the whole villa. Triangles covered every space for habitat, each creating their version of a myth received from a collection of books from the Earth Realm   The Fairytale book inspired the creative architect and interior designer of this small villa, known as Spirit Wind Realm.

As they reached the gumdrop laced door, Citrine Goddess eased her hand on the Elder gentleman’s shoulder. “I shy from asking this, will your son being joining?”

“We don’t know. Will the sages of that realm release our son? Only they have the answer. With or without, we must do this. All other ways are exalted. The stench and creepy killing vines have traveled into Emerald Ocean Realm. We believe they were put there on purpose, and we need to transport the warriors now to earth. We need to gather and discuss if sending our final hope, along with these warriors, is inescapable?

April 5,2017

Inescapable crept up everyone’s skin, as if a snake slithered on them, when the Elder father mentioned it. If only his son could come forth, they thought. Rumor had it he died, but it never been announced. The gumdrop door latched behind them as they stood in the foyer. Odd, a calmness rode in gentle waves easing their stress to nil. Joy came next, as it turned their mouth corners up. Two little spirit winds entered with giggles of play, as a bright beach ball bounced through the hallway.

“We are sorry, Mum and Dad.”

“We have company. Come children, and join us for a celebration.”

They accepted their mom’s invite and skipped into another room, where an unfamiliar song played.

“Shine on you crazy diamond? What a strange song?”

“Isn’t it Karen? We cannot find its source to turn if off. It’s started the moment he sent the feathers.”

“Really, my lady? How peculiar. Is it an omen?”

“We don’t know Karen. What do you think, Citrine?”

“My sister would know. She has the records for all paranormal etchings.”

“Is she coming”, Abe inquired?

“Yes. It is a must. I’m surprised she’s running late. We planned to enter here at the same moment.”

“I’m here. Another portal caught my eyes, so I entered from there.”

Her beauty reflected her twin’s, except for their hair. Citrine’s color boarder on Auburn, while her sisters resemble the spirit wind mom. The rainbow dew drops covered her mop of hair. These two were only safe at this villa. Anywhere else, their energy would conflict and destroy. The look of love shines brilliantly, in their eyes, as they hugged. Their last hug shared timed close to an eon. Even with this knowledge, the rest shivered in anticipation that the curse would enter and dissolve all of them. Why they could meet here, nobody knew. The fates created this outlet, yet the fates itched to switch outcomes frequently. Would it hold?

“Sapphire Goddess, would you know the meaning of this song?”

“My dearest Papa elder, it feels like a curse. My skin is burning since I’ve heard it. My fear is this place stopped being a haven. I must depart. Do though know this song I will inhale and create it into a symbol. Sapphire Drops is my calling card.”

As she said card, they observed her disappearing, as did the song. A darkness stood where she once stood, and they saw a sapphire teardrop form and balance in the air. As they caught their breath, a silver mist encased it. The tear drop stayed in place as if stamped in the air. Their attention to it, quickly shifted by a knock on the door, and the sound of another song, Sounds of Silence.

“A new song?”, Citrine smiled. It appears the Demon of Mythology is at the door, playing a new tune.”

April 6, 2017

Fitting for any demon would be a raven floor length cape, but not the God of the Ruby Kingdom. He glowed ruby from his fingers, and what he touched turned the same color. His presence overbearing, though not a large man in statue, but his demur spoke power. A voice deep and dark as the touch of satin, felt as if butter just melted down your skin. When the Demon of Mythology spoke, everyone listened, even if they tried to ignore him. It’s voice a blessing or a curse depended on who stood at the end of his dialog.

Eyes eased off of him when caught Citrine blushing. It is true, she has a lust for this man, but is it more, each wondered.

“Demon, thank you for coming”, the elder mom spoke, while touching his check. Her touch, gentle as a feather, always managed to give him a case of giggles. Demon tried to show irritation over it, but she brought out the happy- go- lucky child in him.

“You’re welcome, though there are million others things I hate doing, and I prefer doing them now. Why you called for my attendance is no secret. You are requesting I watch over the earth people. Last time they created me into their devil. How can you ask me to do this?

His stare didn’t fall on the two elders but the Citrine Goddess. His heartthrob and his forever love would be enough for him to go. She needed protection in a way no human could provide. Only his touch could bring her back to life if it ever were required. Now though, sending them, they would need to share a secret. A lie that traveled through the eons, and one they kept going for the sake of ………….

April 7, 2017

“We are glad you came, our distant brother.”

“Brother? Easy for you to say, you don’t have to step foot in this mess. Why don’t they get hate begets hate? Instead, they live and breath to be saved and curse me. When was the last time I harmed them?”

“We hear your words, and understand they travel down an endless pit. You and Citrine are going back to Earth also brings another problem. The first birthing of humans from another realm.”

“My brother, the elder father of everyone else, we will not do that.”

“If we create the Hippie nation, it must be done, Demon.”

“My lovely sister-in-law,_” His words were cut off, by the Citrine Goddess’s hand cupping his mouth.

“We gave birth to the two who would come a century ago. Both are great warriors and wise beyond the years. “

“How? We never observed a pregnancy or newborns.”

“We created a bloodline to match the Emerald Ocean, so their identity cannot be traced back to her. They will have the stain of me being their dad, but their mother ran away.”

A chuckle escaped Abe and Karen’s mouths. “Brilliant. You two just pulled the biggest tall tale. We love it.”

“ May we have their names?”

“No, Karen. Best to not, in case we have another outlet. Our boys will be sent there, and ___”

Karen blushed realizing these two knew the fear and experienced it when sending Guy to Earth. Now, he’s lost and nobody knows if he is dead or not.

“My wife and I know the depths of hell and the effect of not knowing. We seek not to have anyone go through what we did, Karen. If necessary, my brother knows this can’t be avoided.”

“I’m sorry. “ Karen’s face red as a beet and her head hung low, shivered at the touch of the Elder momma’s arms around her.

“We know you meant no harm.”

Perfect timing, as a chime from the entrance gate, rung, letting them know their next guest have arrived.

April 8, 2017

Salt pepper hair that laid in thick layers down his back gave instant recognition to the others. A tear flowed down both the parent elders’ eyes, when they saw him. He’s alive. Perhaps their son too..

“Joseph, what a surprise.”

“Mama, when I heard I came. He would want me to lead this.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“Papa, even if he did he wouldn’t tell. He’s the keeper of the secrets.”

“That is true, however if I knew, I would inform you. I haven’t seen your boy since we both left here.”

“Hello brother. A long time since we stood together.”

“Karen, indeed. “

Another chime from the gate let them know the court of decision arrived. This court consisted of six members, three Gods and three Goddess.  They would make the decision to bring forth the hippie movement or not, after they have spent the week hearing everyone’s input. All eyes went to the tall female, whose appearance resembled a mermaid.

“Welcome Emerald Ocean Goddess and everyone.”

They approached as if they learned a new dance. Swagging bodies, with grace and temple approached them, leaving a strong scent of smoking sage.

‘She’s cleansing the atmosphere”, Karen whispered to them.

Seldom were they invited to take part of this ritual, but today, each felt their bodies being pulled into a spinning globe, letting their limbs and hair move in total freedom. Laughter bursted out of their mouths, as the globe began to tickle them. Next thing, they all were rolling around the ground, like children, laughing and giggling. The Emerald Goddess picked herself up, and gave her hand to each in a gesture to rise.

“Play and laughter we dispense upon you today, as we begin the festivities.

April 10, 2017

Fear challenged each of them, yet they knew the remedy. Laughter eases the darkness away and raises the energies. Even in the most life-threatening moments, this ritual everyone used. To create a decision through the webbing of fear only creates unbalanced alchemical magic.

The parental guardians filled punch bowls with spirit wind dust, so their guests would enjoy an afternoon of psychedelic wonder. They agree if the Woodstock nation became a reality, they would plant their dust in certain mushrooms, which would link their memories back to the Spirit Wind Realm.

The sound of tires squeaking, created a blast of laughter from everyone, when they saw the squeak came with the cart of food. Each bowl magically released a particular color. They dined, drank and shared memories of parties given throughout their history. Often, someone mentioned the hall down the street, which help beautiful banquets. As the last spoonful disappeared in each person’s bowl, the conversation eased into the blueprints titled A Hippie Nation

Do not open, unless all avenues are exhausted.

“It’s time? There are no other possibilities?”

“No, Emerald Goddess. “

She took the blueprints from the Mama, as she moved a layer of emerald hair from her face, and placed it behind her ear. “We join again, if it is time to open this, my dear we are ready to know your names. It’s time.”

A soft blush covered both Mama and Papa’s faces. How odd they forgot this condition would come forth.

“Her name is Maggie Mae>”

“His name is Johnny Be Good.”

Peculiar names they thought to themselves. A chill bit their bones, for these names covered a dual meaning.

“May we call you Maggie and Johnny?”

“If needed, yes.”

“Thank you, Johnny. It’s time to open this scroll. I will ask Demon to do this.”

Her olive hands reached out to the Ruby Demon’s hand, and slowly uncapped his fingers. “It’s scribed, you will lead this. We thank you for being here, though honesty surprised by your attendance. Will you read this Ruby Demon?”

“I care zero about Earth. You cannot put the Citrine Goddess there without her protector. He’s missing, so I will accompany her.” His tone coarse and direct, but eyes reflected gentleness to Maggie and Johnny. They knew who he referred too, as the protector- their missing son.

“Please, open the scroll, Demon. My sister will need to know.”

“Where is she, Citrine?”

“She was removed by the forces to be. The Fates did not approve of us being here together, Emerald Goddess.”
“We ae sorry to hear the Fates prevented this. It’s been ages since we sheen the Sapphire Goddess. It is written, you two must not travel earth at the same time, which is a hindrance to our cause.”

Citrine reserved the knowledge she carried. Nobody will know they figured a way to enter earth and if needed to join forces. The least who knew, the better this plot could be carried. “We are aware, Emerald Goddess. “

Turning back to Demon, her eyes begged for him to open the scroll.

“It’s time to open this bloody thing. May we all be ready”, Demon, spoke softly, while taking his chair. The rest followed suit, and sat in a circle a small marble round table.

Do not open, unless all avenues are exhausted.

Forward

Apocalypse

Are you sure? These are our youths you are talking about sending to Earth. The place where hate has consumed all and Gods are created through this hate. Our children might not be listened too, but worst, they could end up being hate mongrels. Are you sure?

April 11, 2017

It had come to pass that Earth realm did the unthinkable. They had poisoned the other realms within its galaxy. The Spirit Wind Sages now gathered around this scroll, in desperation. Before you turn the page, dig deep and seek another way. Seek the Spirit Wind way, and bring the hippie warriors for love and peace to the Earth plane. If this fails, turn the page and delete the earth realm. You have three tries.  The third will come as the triangle of Demon, Spirit Wind Papa and the twin sister arrive in the same spot at the same moment, and another goddess’s powers turns to dust.

Go bravely and teach another way. Bring the Divine within the heart of each human, so it begets love and peace. If this succeeds, a spirit wind realm with be hosted on Earth. It ca sustain life, in balance with the other negative. Not until you reach this triangle, will you know who else walks beside you.

If the third chance fails, it will come to pass, Earth’s existence will become a trace of memory, liken to the dinosaurs of past.

The scroll thin in weight, clued them in, there were only two pages. The other way and extinction.

“This scars me. If this comes about all hope weighs on our shoulder. Hopefully, we can manage with the first try. Let us give birth to the children who will carry out the Woodstock nation.”

All heads nodded in agreement with Maggie Mae. Fear resided in each. If they failed a realm’s light and sparkle will vanish. Demon and Melinda will head there first, and bring their twins, Samuel and Daniel. The rest wished the well, as the prepared to leave, so they could make arrangements to enter the year. 1948

April 12, 2017

Some entered the Earth realm as walk-ins. They entered a body, before their death, stopping the death and taking over that person’s existence. Others were born between the years 1948 through 1954. Feathers would be the awakening device for each to recall where they came from, and why they came to earth. The walk-ins maintained the human body emotional layout, yet did not react from them if they surfaced. Those born felt emotions deeply.  All memory of the Spirit Wind realm automatically erased from their memory banks, when they reached Earth.

The 1950’s through 60’s now remembered as the turbinate years. Idols shot and killed, stung the young people. Collectively they took to the streets, with the word peace busting out of their mouths. Another way became the drum beat, of these teenagers, as many took to writing lyrics and playing music, while others took to creating peace-ins and love-ins. Media supplied a name for them. Hippie. As that name vibrated through the Earth realm, a memory cell opened. Mission statement surged through their collective blood, we are the Woodstock Nation. We are your peace warriors.

April 13, 2017

The Awakening of the Woodstock Nation

“What is that you are eating?”

“An edible mushroom. We have more. Here, try it.”

“It’s groovy man. The colors are surreal, in my head, and my tears are running down my face, are from memories of words. What is a Spirit Wind? Why is this weekend crucial?”

He took the mushroom from the, guy, while staring at the female. Is this a psychedelic? Groovy. He broke it in half, and handed it to his brother. The girl smiled, as she pulled her guitar, strapped to her back, and pointed to the ground. “I must create a song about this weekend and title it Woodstock Nation. Sit with us, for a spell, if you like.”

“Sam, do you feel it?”

“Daniels, everything is changing. I can see the dust floating over everyone here. It appears to be knitting us together as one facet. I’m not sure what the other facets are, but this is important.”

“Dust? Are you speaking fairy dust?”

“I believe so. Wow! Groovy. What is fairy dust.”

“Guy, tell them.”

“Okay, Rebecca. It comes from the Spirit Wind realms, and also can be found in the Dark Rainbow realms.”

“Groovy. We have realms. Do they have the mushrooms?”

“The mushrooms are an illusion, my friends. The dust is the real product.”

“Tell us more?”

“I finished writing this song. I’m going to play on the stage, with a rock n roll band. Guy, will you come?”

“We’ll see you two around.  Here, our gift to you.” Guy handed them a small tin can, which held fairy dust. Just a dab on your tongue will do the trick, if you ever wish to explore other realities.”

“That is right Guy. We can take you down, because we are going to a strawberry realm later today. Peace out.”

Rebecca, joined hands with Guy, as the floated towards the stage.

Sam and Daniel heard her announce her new song, Woodstock Nation, as they minds drifted off to a new existence, titled Love begets Love, Welcome to the Hippie Kingdom.