honea byrne

    7. “What if I were to tell you that everything you know now will change?” I heard someone calmly ask. I looked around. My eyes fixated on an angel statue.    “Dude, come on!” Carlton screamed as he grabbed my arm. I could hear him yelling, I could feel his life force. But there was something. Something interfering. It reminded me of when I tried to do something I wanted to do, there was always negative talk in my mind. That made me not do it. Negative self-talk like “You are going to fail,” “They are going to hate you,” “You’ll be alone.” I think of dreams that I once had of doing something in the arts; like being a writer or a musician. Not a sensible thing in the upper-class families. You need to do something that will pay you money. Be an accountant, or a banker.   The interference followed me viciously. At dates when I would be socializing well. Then the interference came, “She’s just feeling sorry for you.” “When she finds out who you really are, she’ll leave you.” O

             6. Links Surrounding Divinities “It’s gotta’ be a sign.” “It’s a sign alright.”   Peter got all excited when he saw the sign that said “6 miles to Indianola, 66 miles to Clarksdale.”   “Well. They do say that is the number of the beast,” Mammie goaded. Both Jude and Samuel had their own road atlas. Fred was driving. He was always in the responsible role.   “Exactly, we’ve got to be close to seeing some supernatural stuff…”   “How long have I been on this trip? I must be at home. What time though? “Is the army recruiter going to pick me up? What time is it now?” “Dude. Are you okay?” Carlton tapped me on the shoulder. “Agh,” I moaned from the cigarette burning my fingers. “You’ve been standing here looking up to the sky,” Carlton said. I then looked at the statue of Jesus again. The Red Moon’s light projected a red hallo above Jesus’ head. I think I was walking to Jesus. Then a light projected off the halo. God was pointing to a cat that was comf

Disclaimer: the story about Elvis and BB King are fiction.                5.   “Anyway, Elvis and BB did a concert at a bar that overlooked The Singing River. If you don’t know, Native Americans haunt the river. These Native Americans walked into the river and drowned themselves, rather than be forced to take on the white man’s ways.                Whites that had wanted to change them. Whites that wanted to enslave them. On this particular night the veil separating the living and the spirit world was non existent. Elvis and BB King were jamming together as a mysterious fog lingered over the river. Every few seconds after that Elvis thought he saw some one walking toward him in the fog. This lasted for about five minutes. Then Elvis looked at BB. Then he looked at the crowd cheering. Then he saw the man in the crowd. The man appeared to be European. He had long red hair. Had on a velvet colored cape that attached to a hood. There was this strange gold necklace. There a face on the