Shadow Play
Home at last after 11 days on the road for the Lake Tahoe Ren Faire. What a long strange trip it's been! After 2 flat tires on the way up, a malfunctioning car alarm that seemed to be caused by a ghost in the machine, and a satellite dish torn clean off the roof of the motorhome (yes, I DID check the overhead clearance, but the rope blended in with the scenery), we are finally back home safe and sound.
One very peculiar incident to report, however, which occurred in the little town of Bishop this afternoon. I was driving the motorhome, Wendy following behind in the Suburban. I had been fighting fierce winds for over 100 miles already, so severe at times that my nerves were actually on edge and my temper beginning to heat. It was quite literally like being slapped around by an unseen opponent - and the thought crossed my mind that it ws rather like sparring with Death. No matter how good a human warrior might be, Death will always have the advantage, just by virtue of being relentless, immortal and having no need to sleep.
As we descended into the foothills of the Sierras, leaving behind the magnificent beauty of Mono Lake and Mammoth, I was watching the wind pitch and bend a long row of cottonwood trees that line the road on the approach to Bishop. The wind was so strong at times that it occurred the trees might actually snap and land in the road as leaves were torn from their branches and sand pelted the side of the vehicle like a hard rain.
To my surprise, as I was looking at the treetops, I heard Orlando's voice through gnosis, as he laughed a little and said, "Ah, but look at the shadows on the road."
As I did, a strange chill passed through me despite the warmth of the day. Though the treetops were being pitched and tossed like so much kindling in a hurricane, the shadows on the road were dead still - as if the shadow and the thing casting the shadow were existing at two separate points in the space-time continuum. That's how my mind instantly translated it. The shadows, it seemed, were from some other place and time.
Stopped at a light, I could only gaze in amazement at the swirling treetops blowing in an angry tempest... contrasted against the shadows on the road that may as well have been painted there and left to dry in the warm, dry wind blowing in off the nagual.
MEET THE AUTHOR!
Della Van Hise, author of QuantumShaman.com
and Diary of a Nagual Woman will be giving a free talk
with book signing to follow!
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When?
June 29, 2006 - 7 pm
Where?
Enchanted Deva's Last Wish Revenge & Treasures
5050 Vineland Ave.
No. Hollywood, California