STRANGERS ON RUBI ISLE_The Hooded Stranger_Eureka_Bleached Nightmares.
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STRANGERS ON RUBI ISLE
(This story is set on planet earth’s twin GAIA2 which is 800 years younger and is evolving.)Whizma – the wizard and witch of Rubi Isle said to her client “What you said is true. I didn’t see it but it seems recently one night a star descended on our land and 3 strangers alighted. The star then disappeared. The 3 who landed have peculiar names. The tall man is Fred, the woman who is his wife is named Wilma. The third person is a male named Barney.”In the privacy of their home Fred said “Wilma, the queen appears a nice lady and has allowed us to live on Rubi Isle.”“I still don’t understand why w...
The Hooded Stranger
"Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself Mom?" twelve year old Mitchell said as he tossed the oversized black duffel bag into the bed of his Dad's truck. "Mitchell, I'm 42 years old. If I'm not okay by myself for three days at my age, something is really wrong.""Awe, Mom," fourteen year old Matthew said as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, "We know you'll be okay but we can worry about you anyway."My husband Justin walked out the door in his usual hurried manner when he's preparing to leave for a trip. "What are you boys waiting on? Get in the truck. And where's Mark?""Last time I saw him www.onedoor.cche wa...
Eureka
I had been in my lab for months. My food, sleeping arrangements, clothing even, had been arranged beforehand so that I could dedicate myself to one thing- the study of alchemy. Turning lead into gold had been my original plan, but I found out through study, one can purify oneself and that transformation of oneself was the key to transforming anything else.It started with the gathering. It is important to find the purest, most essential supplies and materials that one can, for purity is of utmost importance. As I studied the masters, that is the topic that came up most often- purity. Many me...
Bleached Nightmares.
“Melany?” The receptionist asked, scanning the pale and dreary room. I slowly raise my tired eyes, giving her a curt nod. I don’t trust my voice to sound strong, at least not today. The cheery receptionist waves me down, smiling a little too wide. I’m in a therapists office lady this is not a happy time. I swiftly Rose on wobbly legs, trudging over to the dark oak desk she sits behind. “Dr. Ackerman is ready for you Melany,” she declares, pointing to the door to my left. “Just Mel,” I mumble tapping my fingers against my dark denim jeans. “Alright then Mel, head on in,” she reaffirms, nodding ...