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Released w the winds of All Hallows Eve...

 

Released w the winds of All Hallows Eve, the Shrieks & Shrikes & other enflaming Ghosts will linger…

 

…stoked themselves by the bellowing emergence of their kin of these times - enabled and enabling, they join in with the witches of Halloween, blending in and masking their demon spirit…

 

…once planted and merged with the frightened and weak, they will bide and infect and grow into the season of dark and chills…

A sleepy hollow it soon will be again - the wicked spirits that are now converged...

 

A sleepy hollow it soon will be again - the wicked spirits that are now converged - for many the spell is broken, but not for all - witches and ghosts and other lovers, they can now see each other for what they are - but this moment never lasts…

The fallen are lifted up - the crazed of wild extremes, even they see themselves in each other, for this nano moment of emergence - all are loving spirits at heart - all in love with this beloved haven of tangles of paths and dells - but in letting go and losing ways they came here on this All Hallows Eve from opposite aspects…

 

One by one they recede and regroup, each finding their own natural balance, as best they can - those most completely one with the very soul of this magical realm, they find themselves in each other…

Thus, in perfect tune w the spirits of this beautiful Autumn afternoon, equally as fired as the hues of the leaves all around...

 

Thus, in perfect tune w the spirits of this beautiful Autumn afternoon, equally as fired as the hues of the leaves all around, the love sprights have been dancing back out from their hidden corners, totally free of spirit, celebrating their exchanges of love with all the elements.

 

Just as these missives, as well as  as our lovely barkeep, and Abby & Josh & Bets & Ben & Belle & Ned have been engaging all about the Hollow, inward rushing are all of these others…

 

…carried upon their virtual stream, building upon their fury of hurt, raging in deluge  toward their targets - their notes of passion compels them…

 

…tis peak time at their beloved Hollow - long lost to the ravages of the loose and wayward - led astray by the so-called elites…

 

…time to reclaim for the rest of us - thus their shrieks burst into rallying cries, seeking to burry all as themselves, forcing their fright upon the convergence of shadows and colors: 

 

 It’s crazy up there - wild - out of control - no wonder people keep disappearing - I’ve seen several go and never come back #hollow

 

Whew - it’s that new bunch running the place - God they make my blood boil #decadent #hollow

 

Worse - doing evil there - really - dangerous - #witchhollow - #witchhunt

 

I’ve heard other reports - always these long explanations about getting lost - about finding themselves - what bs - aaagggh - can’t stand them - just like all the others running things around here these days #takeitallback #losthollow

 

They don’t know what the f they are doing - alway preaching - ditto on explaining - just tell us the straight scoop! #truth #trust #ourhollow

 

Wouldn’t believe them if they did - it’s time to make something happen - need to get their attention - make a few of them disappear #actnow #seizethehollow

 

“It’s long overdue - this is the perfect opportunity, this busy time - I bet we can get others to help.”

 

<<::>>

 

Tis an altering of state, a separate norm, just as disjoined as the chatter on the Conneks, here in direct engagement, the inner el voices converse on their own nebulous time-line - notes are launched and received in a totally indeterminate manner, and are triggering passions out of any trackable sequence.  

 

Ah, the buzzing of spirits, the rising of colors - throughout the ancient forest their is a shared sense of the witches and ghosts of the spooky night just ahead - triggering passions and setting off a new chorus of notes, heard and unheard, stoked by a fierce blast of fire before the orb disappears once again, enabling with it a riot of touches as the spirits who are setting rub with those freshly soaring.

 

 

<<::>>

 

 

Ben and Bets had arrived early, well ahead of their assembling clan, and had navigated the twisting paths of this ancient destination - of loving souls seeking to disappear for a time - or is it lost souls seeking love - such are their silent notes, swirling as they refocus.

 

“I see why the traditionalists are so upset - even here, in this perfect getaway so close to everything - even with these awesome days and this setting at this wonderful time of year, the chatter and noise intrude,” Bets says as they stir from the deck and move to the opening to the knoll.

 

“It all merges together, from so many sources, and it’s barging in right now, I fear, in the currents we have detected - it affects what people do, and they feed on each other - look at those people right around us  - whether they understand it or not, it moves them, too.”

 

<<:>>

 

Just as the crusaders have overtaken the crossroads within the forest, these two were biding and strolling, hand-in-hand, observing, noticing, finding, sensing the seams…

 

…nudging him, gesturing, he follows her gaze to another couple who appear to be walking behind yet another, chuckling he whispers, “funny… stalking just like us…”

 

He delights as she leans in to him, her classic wicked humor barely suppressed, reveling in their indulgence, she allows out one of her trademark low moans of excitement, “ooh, many of us are about in these woods… come…,” tugging, she leads them aside in to the enveloping shadow. 

 

Already the mist is starting to move back in - down the various paths, couples and other groupings go, disappearing, “sush…  but look, off they go - hold here - let’s see exactly who goes - try to listen to these sounds - are they connected?”

 

Excited in their stealth, they embrace - delighting also in these special offerings of their own, their own glimpses reflected back.

 

<<::>>

 

As Ben and Bets hold still, now melting into a strong hug, their own state raised even more by their venture, seizing the opportunity to revel in their own indulgence, to offer each other a soft note of thanks, they each re-double their vigilance of the enthralling behaviors all around.

 

“Which should we follow?  We must pursue!  Down these paths, things are happening…”

 

“These sounds we have heard are happening, as well… mmmm… We don’t yet grasp all that is happening - and likely never will!.   But see, close at hand, those are runners, and there, those see those two loners?”

 

“Yes - and those honks and yells and screams we heard seem to come from several of those paths - and are still going on, whatever they are - so low, so faint, so muffled - can’t tell of of joy or not.”

 

“Oh my love - just like out there - can’t tell what is real, what is true, which way to go, who to follow.”

 

“mmmm, yes - and here, like there, best to really look, take it all in, find our inner el voice and understand - someone must.”

 

<<::>>

 

This clearing just in front them, an extension of the old stonework of the tavern and deck is cast in sharp extremes of dark and brilliance, alternately highlighting and further concealing the odd assembly of souls that had, just moments before, been serenely lost in the gray, absorbing the magic of the woods, nicely disappearing into their own realms.

 

This one fellow, this old soul, he had been sitting on the rocky shelf that outlines his favorite destination within the overall.  He also had been alerted from his beautiful daydream by new movements, his fanciful thoughts - like sprightly els - migrating out from deep within the forest - I love it here - but there is something more happening - elements definitely are swirling - not my dream - flitting from point to point.

 

His busy eyes were detecting a darting and weaving - intent, sharp, on alert - noticing everything happening in the Hollow - too much - such a bizarre mixture pouring in amid the shadows & colors - his thoughts race, turning from visions of delights to haunts of witchcraft surely afoot, harm may enter these lovelies, even here!

 

Look at that bunch!  Actually running here!  In their little outfits!  It’s been a warm Indian Summer day, yes, but the temperature is dropping and the fog is starting to roll in.  Don’t they know?  Don’t they care?  Look; they have separated and gone on by different paths.  Oh no, that creep notices them, too.  Better keep an eye on her, the lovely one.  

 

Glaring at the loner hiding in the dark corner by the huge oak as he hurries after the woman, both disappearing down the hill, yet another lost soul rises to these developments.

 

Alarmed, as well, by these new movements breaking the pattern before him, roused from his favorite spot of reflection by this sudden influx - that was the familiar fellow who is always here, always buzzing about - now he is following the one gorgeous one.

 

New, fresh worries - he is certainly creepy, but I’ve come to know him - harmless - thus he deliberates as the rest of this odd assembly, having paused at the intersection, is now departing.

 

And of course, here come these other curious ones, launching themselves in response - such are these times - the chatter is full of others just the same - so easily provoked - and many many more, all descending here, spurred on their various noble missions by the incessant Conneks that they can’t turn off - 

 

All transpiring before him - my how the twists and turns here never end - what a hoot they all are - who needs tv or internet - this is my entertainment - he muses as he can’t contain his merriment - must be the witches and goblins - mmmmmmmmmm  mmmmmmmmm - he doesn’t try to restrain his sing song humming - in perfect with the winds now stirring canopy of colors of the ancient trees.

 

He decides to move on, as well - giving his own glacial chase of the rest of the runners and stalkers, who have also disappeared, just as the sudden shift in the atmosphere takes hold - the riot of hues of the late day sun off of the leaves and wide range of architecturally rich structures - uniquely in full view from this central, elevated vantage point - all is swiftly becoming lost in the influx of mists so typical of this place.

 

<<::>>>

 

All the Hallow are certainly emerging this Eve - a common correspondence of ethereal notes, of missives of souls, of ethereal spiders stalking and weaving - all of the elevated spirits send and receive as one, merged and joined - and now particularly on alert by these…

 

Nicely on edge, and then some, maybe too much?  This is what we came here for, but this seems so real…

 

Get out of our way!  Get off the road! Get off these paths!  Don’t you know?  Haven’t you heard? 

 

Push them out of the way!  Scare them, hurt them, rough them up - it’s our way now!  

 

Ah this is glorious - better than we expected - so beautifully creepy - pour it on!

 

Which way to go, whom follow, or just go back  - seeing and hearing witches - our missives are working their magic… #takebackthehollow

 

Such a wild and wicked mix this night - souls from haunts are swirling - oooooh and booh, such witches and ghosts and other lovers abound!

Completely non-linear these wily spirits, spooking ripples and ebbs in the currents in the Hollow on All Hallows Eve...

 

Completely non-linear these wily spirits, spooking ripples and ebbs in the currents in the Hollow on All Hallows Eve - indeed, as happenings transpire, so to do countless other…

 

…seen from other vantage points, other aspects, the masters note - our free spirits are in pure states of love and lost - as one with the most benevolent of witches and ghosts - they are filling the most secluded spaces, then emerging forth as the solar orb descents and the shadows and colors fade into the mists…

 

…yes my loves, and all the while, as well, these tormented souls, these lovers in their own hearts, every much fellow children of this ancient forest and other jungles, yet held back, imprisoned and so very lost, they race in their hyper state as the blaze of setting sun fires their own craze of passions, also filling the byways of our sphere of happenings w their own troubled world, and now, this one within it all…

<<::>> Unmistakable the pops and cracks rifling thru the gloom - overcome, Josh pulls over...

... Abby grabs his arm as the train roars past - what is going on?  we came for frights and delights, but…

 

From yet another direction, from deep within the twisted pathways cloaked in the shadows & colors of the season, now further obscured by the encroach of gloom, a chorus of shrieks…

 

…of joy, terror and sheer surprise - human or otherwise - confusing and bewildering, all mixed with the sharp winds and falling matter from the ancient trees…

 

…all carried upon the swirling mists, merged and ushered onward in all directions, enveloping all, floating with the spirits of this still primitive maize of havens, forever a destination for lovers across aspects…

 

…disoriented and torn between thrilled and chilled, Belle and Ned, these two long-time venturers into the wilds of their beloved Hollow, they have just added to the notes - both verbal and virtual - of frights and delights abounding as they seek far reaches that are, hopefully, still unspoiled by the reckless intrusion of change…

 

<<::>>

 

Stunned by the race of vehicles past them, the honking way beyond anything needed in this gentle setting, and by the shots that seemed like gunfire, Josh put it in park, and they rolled down the windows.

 

“Geese, are we getting carried away, or are they? - this a time for frights and tricks, but it seems different this year.”

 

“Yeah, I just don’t know - listen out there - those are definitely screams - but it could just be people having good old fun - there are certainly a lot more here this year.”

 

With the headlights only reflecting the enclosing grey, he turned them off and cut the engine.  The resulting totality of dark was something that usually thrilled them - and still did - but there was definitely a new edge to it.

 

They had stopped at what they knew to  be a secluded crossroad deep within the forest, many of the paths converging here, and now the clear echo of many footsteps joined with rustlings of creatures tiny and not and the other night sounds.

 

“I always love this spot, Josh - nicely creepy the way the spirits of the Hollow all seem to join here - but listen, it is so busy tonight.”

 

“It’s always difficult to judge distances from there, but there are clearly a lot of people, and other critters moving about.”

 

“Look, there!  A whole bunch are racing down that path - and there, where some are shining flashlights, others with lanterns seem to be blocking them.”

 

“Want to have a little fun of our own?  After all, it is Halloween!  Let’s creep along over there - we know our way around here in the dark - I bet we can get close without being noticed.”

 

<<::>>

 

From the deepest spots of the Hollow, the most secluded of revelers - or so they thought - theses recesses have alway been the most private of wide open nooks, perfect for the most extremes acts of indulgence for which they alway returned - even from these sacred places lovers were stirring and moving - something new in the air this year - yay, we are in the mood for anything - let’s see what mischief we can find - a glorious air in the Hollow this eve - perfect for us witches and ghosts!

 

Should be easy - we have already been noticed - while we were fully in play, like the most innocent of fawns, they crept towards, then recoiled and ran - surely they will make easy targets…

 

Yes - we are already fully indulged, and these ones are already fully shocked - let’s give chase and spread the fun!!!

 

<<::>>

 

Ah my loves, this is pure Chaos theory in practice, all before us - to orchestrate as best we can…

 

Yes, our fellow benevolent spirits surge throughout the Hollow - from these free spirits pursuing the startled gentle loves - there there is still must hope - to this onslaught of uglies, each now moving upon their own noble course of lost and found, each of them lovers by their own truths…

 

Indeed, these ones are truly lost, and easily stirred by their anti-champions - they are bent on emergence of entirely other aspects…

 

The witches and ghosts of this All Hallows Eve are in glorious company - the inevitable collisions of pi aspects shall provide wicked results…

 

More than a ghostly parade, now a stampede into the heart of the Hollow, faster and faster, their vital purpose confirmed by the cracks and pops and shrieks echoing about the ancient forest, their roar of their engines and scream of their horns break the serenity of the Hollow…

 

<<::>>

 

Taking it all in, Abby and Josh sense both the delights and frights abounding all around them - suddenly they turn at the pose of dark, metallic forms…

 

“Jeese, look at that - like madmen - that is so dangerous in this gloom…”

 

“We should alert the others to be extra careful - these nuts raging are sure to run someone over, if they don’t crash first.”

 

Screeching to stops at this convergence of mountain roads and forest paths, the saviors bent on reclamation pour out of their trucks and fill the paths, following the alerts of their fellows of the whereabouts of the trouble.  

 

Satisfied that sufficient force is now surging through the forest to counter the invasion of those who don’t belong, their leaders, the champions of their noble cause to #takebackthe hollow, they rev back up their mighty vehicles and head for the Promontory.

 

<<::>>

 

Children of the forest, they burst from their twisted and paths and are stopped, stunned, shaken by the witchcraft of the Hollow - overcome with powerlessness — as one with the veil of mist and fog and shadows and colors their spirits rise with the ghosts of All Hallows Eve… 

 

“God Belle - I don’t know who or what to believe here”

 

Instinctively she hugs Ned tight as they emerge into the crossroads area deep within the forest “Me either - oh my god Ned - look at this right here - and that scene back there - and those shots and screams - and all these awful reports…”

 

“I know we are racing to give our own report, but…” he stops, eyes wide, feeling like he’s going to burst “I don’t now about all of this, but I just have a feeling we should stop - people are going to get hurt here, for real, and…”

 

She breaks in, gripping him so tight, “They already are…”

 

He turns to her, puts his arms around her, “what do we really know - what have we been told - what have we been ready to believe - it’s all mixed up right here - but I know this  - this is still the middle of a beautiful place, at a marvelous time of tricks and treats and people like us getting lost in all of it - I think you and I are lost right now in other ways, and need to get grip…”

 

<<::>>

 

Truly alarmed now by the crazy taunts and insults flowing from those flowing from the various trucks and other vehicles, feeding on their own hysteria, now pouring down the paths from where our shaken ones just emerged - then suddenly a new extreme is breached - genuine cries of both hurt and jubilation…

 

Ned and Belle are beside themselves, already stopped by inner feelings contrary to their urgency to spread their notes of alarm - given pause by a critical point reached and the spirits of the Hollow conspiring to halt their mission - now this clear image of children on a witch hunt jars them further as this new contradiction is added.

 

As ghosts within themselves, they note their involuntary new movement, towards this new source of genuine tricks and treats gone way, way too far, and now catch their breath as they stumble into a raw mix of passions - more lovelies on the ground w others, like themselves trying to push through the uglies who have clearly put them there.

 

Pure confrontations - lovers of other aspects finally waking as from a spell - the grave danger of these others will bewitched suddenly unveiled, in perfect rhythm with the clearing elements of this ancient forest.

 

 

Truly alarmed now by the crazy taunts and insults flowing from those flowing from the various trucks and other vehicles, feeding on their own hysteria...

Truly alarmed now by the crazy taunts and insults flowing from those flowing from the various trucks and other vehicles, feeding on their own hysteria, now pouring down the paths from where our shaken ones just emerged - then suddenly a new extreme is breached - genuine cries of both hurt and jubilation…

 

Ned and Belle are beside themselves, already stopped by inner feelings contrary to their urgency to spread their notes of alarm - given pause by a critical point reached and the spirits of the Hollow conspiring to halt their mission - now this clear image of children on a witch hunt jars them further as this new contradiction is added.

 

As ghosts within themselves, they note their involuntary new movement, towards this new source of genuine tricks and treats gone way, way too far, and now catch their breath as they stumble into a raw mix of passions - more lovelies on the ground w others, like themselves trying to push through the uglies who have clearly put them there.

 

Pure confrontations - lovers of other aspects finally waking as from a spell - the grave danger of these others will bewitched suddenly unveiled, in perfect rhythm with the clearing elements of this ancient forest.

Children of the forest, they burst from their twisted paths and are stopped, stunned, shake...

Children of the forest, they burst from their twisted paths and are stopped, stunned, shaken by the witchcraft of the Hollow - overcome with powerlessness — as one with the veil of mist and fog and shadows and colors their spirits rise with the ghosts of All Hallows Eve… 

 

“God Belle - I don’t know who or what to believe here”

 

Instinctively she hugs Ned tight as they emerge into the crossroads area deep within the forest “Me either - oh my god Ned - look at this right here - and that scene back there - and those shots and screams - and all these awful reports…”

 

“I know we are racing to give our own report, but…” he stops, eyes wide, feeling like he’s going to burst “I don’t now about all of this, but I just have a feeling we should stop - people are going to get hurt here, for real, and…”

 

She breaks in, gripping him so tight, “They already are…”

 

He turns to her, puts his arms around here, “what do we really know - what have we been told - what have we been ready to believe - it’s all mixed up right here - but I know this  - this is still the middle of a beautiful place, at a marvelous time of tricks and treats and people like us getting lost in all of it - I think you and I are lost right now in other ways, and need to get grip…”

 

More than a ghostly parade, now a stampede into the heart of the Hollow...

More than a ghostly parade, now a stampede into the heart of the Hollow, faster and faster, their vital purpose confirmed by the cracks and pops and shrieks echoing about the ancient forest, their roar of their engines and scream of their horns break the serenity of the Hollow…

 

“Jeese, look at that - like madmen - that is so dangerous in this gloom…”

 

“We should alert the others to be extra careful - these nuts raging are sure to run someone over, if they don’t crash first.”

 

Screeching to stops at this convergence of mountain roads and forest paths, the saviors bent on reclamation pour out of their trucks and fill the paths, following the alerts of their fellows of the whereabouts of the trouble.  

 

Satisfied that sufficient force is now surging through the forest to counter the invasion of those who don’t belong, their leaders, the champions of their noble cause to #takebackthe hollow, they rev back up their mighty vehicles and head for the Promontory.

 

Ah my loves, this is pure Chaos theory in practice, all before us - to orchestrate as best we can…

 

Ah my loves, this is pure Chaos theory in practice, all before us - to orchestrate as best we can…

 

Yes, our fellow benevolent spirits surge throughout the Hollow - each now moving upon their own noble course of lost and found, each of them lovers by their own truths…

 

Indeed, they have disappeared, in many variety of ways, and are now bent on emergence…

 

The witches and ghosts of this All Hallows Eve are in glorious company - the inevitable collisions of pi aspects shall provide wicked results…

Stunned by the race of vehicles past them, the honking way beyond anything needed in this gentle setting...

 

Stunned by the race of vehicles past them, the honking way beyond anything needed in this gentle setting, and by the shots that seemed like gunfire, Josh put it in park, and they rolled down the windows.

 

“Geese, are we getting carried away, or are they? - this a time for frights and tricks, but it seems different this year.”

 

“Yeah, I just don’t know - listen out there - those are definitely screams - but it could just be people having good old fun - there are certainly a lot more here this year.”

 

With the headlights only reflecting the enclosing grey, he turned them off and cut the engine.  The resulting totality of dark was something that usually thrilled them - and still did - but there was definitely a new edge to it.

 

They had stopped at what they knew to  be a sort of secluded crossroad deep within the forest, many of the paths converging here, and now the clear echo of many footsteps joined with rustlings of creatures tiny and not and the other night sounds.

 

“I always love this spot, Josh - nicely creepy the way the spirits of the Hollow all seem to join here - but listen, it is so busy tonight.”

 

“It’s always difficult to judge distances from there, but there are clearly a lot of people, and other critters moving about.”

 

“Look, there!  A whole bunch are racing down that path - and there, where some are shining flashlights, others with lanterns seem to be blocking them.”

 

“Want to have a little fun of our own?  Let’s creep along over there - we know our way around here in the dark - I bet we can get close without being noticed.”