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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.

The Arrival of the Hippie Ghost Band

The Arrival of the Hippie Ghost Band

I could hear the screech of tires, stopping in front of the bookstore, but the street stayed void of cars. She twirled around, at the same moment the fluorescent lights, turned into strobe lights. The counter raised, and turned into a platform, with three microphones standing, and one leaning into a set of drums.

“Who’s here?”

“Hippie Ghost Band at your service.”

“Hippie Ghost Band? Well, heck you are ghosts, and ghosts aren’t permitted here.”

A swipe of her hand sent energy towards the stage, and the platform dissolved, as did the spirits.

“Fools, think you can enter my world. You just got taught a lesson. Leave me alone.”

She grabbed a hold of a sage bundle, hanging in its wrapper on the wall. Dispensing the cover, she lit the sage and hit the for corners of her bookstore, cleansing, and chanting. “Portals shut and stay shut until I unravel this spell. As I will so mote it be.”

Clapping her hands together three times, she closed the doors she opened during her ceremony, and relaxed. Music, I need music. Turning on her satellite radio, an oldie but goodie came on and sent her heart on fire. Try to see it our way. We can work this out.