My Little Book of the Dead ~ Seaopal

October nights were drawing  in,  the foliage,  now decaying , rich reds, browns, and deep decadent golds... Fetching my dog, we wrapped up warm for our evening stroll.. it was a clear but chilly night,  star lit shadows stretching  ahead in our path...   I was taking in the lovely vista, over the field, to the nearby village,    as it was getting colder, we decided to turn round and walk home...  I stopped to again gaze across the field.. and noticed a dense low laying  white fog bank rising from the ground, like an icy cloud... standing... transfixed I watched the gathering vapors, as they rolled across the field .. getting closer, making me shiver as a chill washed up my spine....  causing goosebumps to raise, the hairs on the nape of my neck to quiver...   brrr...  strangely there was no fog rising anywhere else about me.. the sky still clear and bright,  so turning back down the lonely track we starte...

I found a Pheasants egg... laying in the middle of the lawn.... complete and intact though cold as a stone.... usually its random golf balls being left in my path, by the birds for me to find... so it made a change to be an actual egg.. Bending down and picking it up... I tried to warm it in the palm of my hand... taking it inside and gently laid it in a nest of feathers, rose petals and dried herbs. a little later I realized id lost my silver signet ring... the one with inscription,s of the language of the birds, and Ogham script.... sadly... I looked around, retreating my steps, but could’ nt find my lost ring... I recon it was the tricky Jackdaw.. done a swap... a pheasants egg for a peasants ring.... all morning, I had felt I was being watched, out of the corner of my eye.. I could see that pesky jackdaw spirit, peeping at me... he must have spied, my silver ring, glinting in the sunlight, sparkling bright, tempting him... And as I bent down to retrieve ...

Inanna was excited .. whilst she slept in her dreams.. her divine partner had given her a  gift card, written a long love message but somehow, his writing was superimposed over black ink and there were vaguely seen different words underneath, the love words...  squinting... trying to read the secret message, something about, a secret order and something hidden to retrieve....     Morning came and she forgot the dream.. as the day went on she met a guy, wondering aimlessly,   something about him seemed familier,   he greeted her, spouting off his magical qualities, and talents, telling her about his membership of a secret order.....      they chatted lots.. she was interested in his acquired knowledge, him her skirts,  as he didnt seem to listen well to her words, and was in his own head, with lust, she agreed to alchemically merge, energy with him, he was excited,  with his book knowledge of tantric,   so ...