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Suddenly shoved & rudely poked, barreling towards them, pushing them aside - their stalking interrupted...

Suddenly shoved & rudely poked, barreling towards them, pushing them aside - their stalking interrupted - these spirits:  red-faces, labored breaths, strained expressions knocking them off stride…

 

…totally unclear & uncertain, between deep shadows and brilliant rays alternating, concealing & blinding, now lost themselves somewhere in this forest, they simply stop, lost in thoughts:  something has happened! terrible! awful! what! what next?!

 

Straining to follow these intruder as they disappear - now shuffles from behind, cries and yells, grunts and moans as other figures appear - must have been following us! so much mischief in these woods!  - they retreat further off to the side - newcomers pouring into the breach - omg!

 

In strange states one and all - here in the mists, in the midst of this tangle of paths - spirits in animated states - pulling out, pouring in, holding…

>> Marvelously wicked these twists and turns - lost in themselves and our maneuvering they all are...

>> Marvelously wicked these twists and turns - lost in themselves and our maneuvering they all are - all about the Hollow - feed their chatter, pour it on…

 

…truth-be-told: Hah!! no matter here, now - just add to the frenzy - launch the notes that work…

 

…especially to those ready to act - push them over the edge - trigger them…

 

…just share the reports - they want to believe - can’t help themselves - they will do our work…

 

…beautiful Autumn haven - Bah! - spooks and ghosts, they are already here - fuel them, stoke them…

The regular folk, the everyday warriors, the hero’s of the base, forever the target of the witchcraft of this season of the Hallows - all are now summoned upon the discovery…

The regular folk, the everyday warriors, the hero’s of the base, forever the target of the witchcraft of this season of the Hallows - all are now summoned upon the discovery…

 

They feared the worst, knew it must be true, now confirmed - found! - laying on the ground with those responsible slipping like evil spirits into the ghostly wilderness - the reports are everywhere - must be true - converge, converge #savethehollow

 

The missives fly, the spirits soar, the realm of shadows and colors is in it’s glory - ghost stories on top ghosts stories - frights building upon frights…

 

…tis the wicked interval in the sphere where dimensions disappear - perspective is lost - what matters is intent and effect - weakness and strength - love and hate…

 

…in droves they flock now to the Hollow, sharing the call, buoying each other in pure intended purpose - intoxicating - empowering in their noble quest…

 

Back away these lovers do - stumbling in the mist, they grab hold of each other...

Back away these lovers do - stumbling in the mist, they grab hold of each other - shocked and disrupted and full of fear, these spirits consume them often - in comfort and strength they are bound.

 

Turning unsteadily on the forest floor, they abandon the decadent forms before they are ensnared further - with hearts racing and involuntary cries emitting they move away just as the fog swirls and lifts.

 

Further exposed now just as their inner el notes of deepest selves are joining in the chorus of the Hollow - these collective missives of the realm within realms are essence of this elevated space, the very magic of this place of shadows and colors.

 

In perfect rhythm with the release of wicked elements upon the approach of All Hallows Eve, they are joined in this happening…

 

…triggering an emergence of knowing from these two gentlest of loving folk - Oh god - must be true - couldn’t believe but now we do - we were warned - we must spread the truth - it’s happening even here… 

 

Peaceful and inspiring the view is from a far, a picture of serenity from a far...

 

Peaceful and inspiring the view is from a far, a picture of serenity from a far, the to a fro of survive and thrive form just an aspect of the Whole…

 

All the while the wild happenings and wicked encounters play their part, so do our lovers, the forceful and the halting both, each their own way, wind along the paths…

 

Plus the settled and serene ones, elevated and ensconced, awaiting ever so patiently their fellows, some where among it all…

Harsh realities of dark places of this wicked season - even here in the beloved, ancient Hollow, now transformed - spirits finding their way in the tangled juggle, now colliding…

 

Harsh realities of dark places of this wicked season - even here in the beloved, ancient Hollow, now transformed - spirits finding their way in the tangled juggle, now colliding…

 

“OMG - look - down there - thru the trees - on the ground in that opening, right on the ground!  Look quick before the fog comes back - hard to see for sure, but that must be some of them - the lost & missing - oh my god, the loss - lured in, can’t get out - the tales we have been told!”

 

“The reports - the lies - this is what happens when we listen to them, always!”

 

“JC - and there, others rushing away - it’s them, caught in the act - “with us or against” - we know who! - get them, stop them!”

On the ground, figure, not moving, people, deep in the woods - lost in woods and now found - others moving away - way beyond shadows & colors, mystery solved…

 

…suddenly revealed by a parting of the fog, others glimpse and react and sound the alarm - the reports must be true - lost souls have indeed been disappearing…

 

…dangerous times and places - even in this haven - nothing is sacred - no help for miles - gentlefolk in the wilds, astray, alone - what next?!

Lovers at peace and huddled upon the promontory, they serenely await the driving force of their fellowship of lovers...

Lovers at peace and huddled upon the promontory, they serenely await the driving force of their fellowship of lovers.  Somewhere in their view they must be, winding their way to this central point, braving the mountain road out there in the shadows and colors of the ancient forest.  An intrepid, tireless couple that weaves together special intimacy of their extraordinary clan and infuses all of them with their eternal energy and positive support.   

 

As their gaze in anticipation of their fellows, they are already transformed by the fragrance and expanse of Autumn in this setting -  this haven within havens - this place in which to both lose one’s self and find that vital other, deeper inner elevated self - they revel in the masterly stonework of this outlook post.

 

Now stirred, they raise up in alert observation from the deck chairs of the olde stone inn.  The scraping of the wooden legs of the chairs on the pavers adds to the mix of curious sounds that has drawn their attention.  Mixed with curious new sights appearing beyond as the fog momently swirls and parts, they are intrigued.

 

Fueling their vivid imagination are tales of ghosts and frights and other elements natural this approach of All Hallows Eve.  This is what they are gathering for - they and the many other folk from all walks, drawn to this hollow that sleeps no more by a wild and wicked blend of notions of loving and loss.  

 

Together the spirits of the time and season stoke their sense of surreal - the movements of shapes in the distance has drawn their attention.

 

Ahead, in that distance, our lovers press on, delighting in eery sounds reverberating from all directions as they navigate their machine deep into the forest...

Ahead, in that distance, our lovers press on, delighting in eery sounds reverberating from all directions as they navigate their machine deep into the forest, thrilled they are at the spirits of this season showing and sounding themselves in the shadows and colors of this hollow that sleeps no more…

 

…and joined by these new notes of wheels cracking and axle cracking along this mountain road - a blast of the horn at creatures moving and teasing all about…

 

…this was their inspiration, their impulse, Abby and Josh, to rally their clan of loving folk to join in the ever invasion of this destination for losing control…

 

…masters they are at that, likely as much need as the ever expanding flock that now converges here at this season of ghostly spirits…

 

…heaving and moaning with joy they are as they bounce along this mountain road…

Hand in hand they view this timeless haven, overlooking the tapestry of havens within, they lose themselves in the moment of discovery...

 

Hand in hand they view this timeless haven, overlooking the tapestry of havens within, they lose themselves in the moment of discovery, allowing themselves to give up control of the basic realm of survive and strive and delve into the world of underlying strength and serenity.

 

Their hearts filled with worries of their beloved Hollow losing its’ way, of gentlefolk like themselves disappearing, of newcomers who don’t appreciate and respect ruining it all - the relentless chatter says so - thus consumed they push in their own loving venture into their realm of shadows and colors.

 

Their quest nearing consumption, they peer ahead into the swirl of crystal purity and bewildering shades mixing before them - breathing as one, reveling in the journey and the depth of their love - and by their mutual readiness to face and embrace the host of other converging in spiritual abandon of All Hallows eve - especially their special fellow lovers, who, true to their nature are early rival deep in the Center of the happenings.

Lost, disappearing in shadows & colors, giving way to spirits beyond...

 

Lost, disappearing in shadows & colors, giving way to spirits beyond - pure pi aspect of wild extremes converging - such is the state of the hollow that sleeps no more…

 

…at once live-giving and terrorizing, the essence of this season of ghostly frights, of losing the way - embracing and facing in all ways, such is the nature of the merging of loving, gentle souls upon their beloved Hollow…

 

…stoked by elements eager to seize and prey, forever imposing their force as all of the rest of the sphere of happenings rally…

 

…rallying they all are to their haven, this tapestry of havens of lovers across all aspects, forever the counter and balance of all…