"She's a Wild One," Part 6 Excerpt from "Inside Your Shadow" (C) 2025

 

                                                                                     It depends on what direction you see the light to casts the shadows you want to see. The melted candle  wax molded together and stuck to the candle holder.

The hooded figure and the handheld bottle of filled with holy water projected a large, hooded apparition by a temple; as the Los Santa Muerte glass with candle inside shined strange faces on the wall. Making it look like clouds with faces around large, hooded apparition by a temple.

The sage is used to cleanse the area of wickedness. However, the cleansing power maybe, unfortunately contained by the Peruvian prayer beads around the objects (The Energy Point). The beads are made of lamb bones and carved into small skulls, the size of half of a fingernail. The beads are connected by a string- a string that is strong because it is meticulously woven from hair. The number of beads are, at times, a measurement of time-there are fifty beaded skulls. This could represent fifty breaths, fifty heartbeats, fifty thoughts, fifty seconds, fifty minutes, fifty hours. Therefore, the knowledge to know what the casting is, is beyond knowing. Maybe the beads are used as measurement.

"So." "So." "Zoso." "Hey, watch your steps Be weary of what you say?" The Dealer replied to one of his business associates, aka, the employee, aka dealer below him. The Dealer walked to the corner of the large den to his vintage 1970 vinyl record player. Pressed a couple buttons and Led Zeppelin's  "Dazed and Confused" played loud enough to be heard outside of the trailer. "You know Jake Holmes actually wrote this song," The Dealer said. The instrumental of the song is always so gloomy, so supernatural and mysterious was fitting. Her heart was beating fast, but her chest hardly raised for breath. "Am I about to die?" She asked ever so hoping. At the same time, she could hear Robert Plant singing on the vinyl player, "Babee, babee, babee!" she was looking into the dark face of the hood. Her father's face appeared again, "Well Maddie Mare. Maybe?" Her father replied. Now the hood was gone. her father was wearing the same stained t-shirt he wore that night when he left her and her mother. "She feels hot," the employee said, "Dude what the hell are you doing?" The Dealer said. He was in the doorway of the waiting room. "I think she is dead." "Dude, let her be. She'll be fine." Then they both walked back into the den. Mary looked up at the Sun. The sky went black. She was so hot that her tear drops immediately dried on her face. 

The sky was like looking through a long tunnel, "Come on Mary!" She thought she heard The Dealer say. The The Dealer took a long pull from a bong that he called "Alice" because it looked like the same bong that was in the movie Alice In Wonderland. "She'll come around in about an hour."

 

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