MAGIC CLUMSINESS

A new wizard and his master wizard were in the deep of the dark forest, for the time had come for him to use his wand on his own.

His master wizard, Arthwis, was a very respected wise man; he was going to test his apprentice to see if he was indeed ready to be called a true wizard.

"Now, now, Mervyden, you just finished your wizardry training. Congratulations! I present to you, your magic tool: your Wand!"

The master wizard handled the apprentice a beautiful sparkling wand. Mervyden took it in his hands with wide-open eyes.

"Oh, this is exciting, master wizard! I am anxious to start using it!"

"Yeah, sure you are! But don't forget all the rules!" 

"Yes, yes, I know." Mervyden was looking at his wand with elation while thinking about how to start his magic.

"I am thinking about trying on that tree over there. That should be interesting."

"And what is your idea, may I ask?" the master wizard was scratching his long beard.

"Well, I want to make the tree grow some apples; how about that?"

"Good idea; I'm sure that's easy!"

"Ok, here it goes then: Dragon freckle, that tree grows apples!"

Mervyden pointed his wand at the tree and a burst of bright green light involved the entire tree. They both looked at the result with wide-open eyes, as the tree was now gone, and instead of apples popping up, they saw a big green dragon ready to attack them with a loud roar.

"Oh no! What did I do?" Mervyden was astonished.

"Mervyden, you fool! We better disappear, as I can't undo your magic!"

Quick as lightning the two wizards disappeared from the forest leaving Mervyden's clumsy magic by itself.

Short story by C.Crow - All rights reserved

THE RAINBOW CONNECTION

"One night, Angie was sleeping before their usual writing session, and she felt that Ricky was already around. She woke up suddenly and still half sleeping, she saw Ricky's silhouette by her bed. She felt sleepy again and started dreaming with a beautiful, magical place, which she sensed it was during old times somewhere in Old England.

She saw herself as a young woman with long, reddish wavy hair, living in a small village with many other people that she recognized were Celtic.

Angie saw a man who she knew that was Ricky, how he was then during that past life. He was similar to Ricky himself, and at that time he had curly reddish blond hair instead of dark hair.  

Then, Angie saw an adorable little boy and two little girls, who she came to understand were their children."

This is an excerpt from my new book "The Rainbow Connection - Words from Beyond" which was just released on Amazon as paperback and e-book.

The story is about Angie, a psychic, who one day started to get messages from the spirit of her favorite rock star, who tells her his story, and guides her to find out about their past lives together in Old Britain.

You can find it at www.amazon.com/author/ccrow18

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A MEDIEVAL KNIGHT IN MY LIVING ROOM

It was snowing hard during that January afternoon, and I just finished brewing some delicious hazelnut coffee. I grabbed my black coffee mug and sat on my favorite cobalt blue chair in my living room to read a book.

I was really entertained on the story I was reading about King Richard III. Suddenly, I was interrupted by a burst of flash in front of the fireplace. There I was, staring at this medieval knight who was as tall as my front door. He was holding his helmet and his reddish hair was messy. His face was thin with a long chin, and his green eyes were small and a bit slanted.

Although he had his knight's armor, I could see that his body wasn't strong enough to be a knight, since I could see his skinny legs through his tight iron pants.

For a few seconds he didn't seem to notice where he was. Then, finally, he opened his eyes wide and was bewildered for seeing himself on my living room. Since he had no idea how he got there, he started talking loud in a rough, deep voice, uttering words in old English, and reaching for his sword at the same time, which was hanging by his left side; he was a left hand user. He lifted his sword to take some action all agitated, and just then, I woke up.

What a relief! It was just a nightmare! I might have fell asleep reading my book. 

Short story by C. Crow - All rights reserved.

THE SCREAMING STRANGER

Doctor Stanley's favorite coffee shop was very crowded that afternoon, but he didn't mind waiting on the line, since he surely wanted to enjoy his mocha with croissant. But, for some reason, the line wasn't moving at all. When Doctor Stanley, a very busy psychotherapist, realized something was wrong, he heard a woman talking loud behind him. She was overweight and had an angry expression while screaming behind his back.

"Why is it taking so long? I have an appointment, can't be here all day! And you, mister, why don't you start moving ahead?" she poked Doctor Stanley's back. "Look how much space ahead of you! Go, go! Let's not waste time here! Just a bunch of snails!"

Doctor Stanley turned around and looked at the woman while fixing his glasses above his nose. With a firm look at her, he said: "Listen, Mrs. if you think you are the only busy person here, you are completely wrong. I also have a very important compromise, which is to treat people just like you. People that think they are the center of the universe, that everyone must do what they want them to do. In summary, I have a patient waiting to see me, and her nervous condition is what I need to take care of."

The woman was listening to him with big eyes; she didn't expect that sermon. He continued: "So, don't think you are the only one nervous on this line. Here is my card; you may be in need, in case you realize."

He gave her his business card, and the woman had a big surprise.

"Oh...so you are Doctor Stanley? I'm afraid I am the patient you'll have to see this afternoon." she smiled ashamed.

"Aha! Isn't that funny?" he told her sarcastically.

Short story by C. Crow - all rights reserved.

SOUNDS OF THE WIND

"Sitting on the top of majestic red mountains,
His untamed long hair was blowing by the strong wind;
His eyes were contemplating with sadness the infinite blue of the sky,
And the wind was granting him sounds from a very distant past,
Voices and chants from his people seemed still real at that sacred place.
He could see countless of his people celebrating with happiness their ceremonies around the fire,
Meanwhile the Shaman was telling to each one words of deep knowledge that he learnt from his connection with the Great Spirit.
His words were meaningful to each one for their lives within the Clan.
Many of them would still come to understand his words just in their future.
The moon was crossing the sky sending its silver rays over a happy people.
Yes, happy they were, because they lived in perfect harmony with the powers of the Nature."

The red mountains of the Southwest are a sacred place for many Native American tribes of the area. Not only the stunning rocks of the Grand Canyon, where the old civilization of the Anasazi Indians once inhabited, and mysteriously disappeared, but also the vastness of the area which includes Arizona, Utah, New Mexico and Colorado. The lands are now inhabited by many Native American tribes, such as Navajo, Hopi, Apache and Pueblo people.
The Pueblo are comprised of twenty one small tribes, and they are believed to be the Anasazi descendants. 
The area of the Grand Canyon is also home to two tribes, the Hualapai and Havasupai tribes.
The Anasazi tribe left many cliff dwellings spread across the four states; one of them being Mesa Verde in Colorado, which is depicted below.

The poem above relates to reminisces about this vanished civilization called the Anasazi, which means, the ancient ones, and it's part of my book, "Love, Life, Forever...Tasunke Witko lives, spiritual poems" available on kindle and paperback through Amazon.

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THE PORCELAIN DOLL

Daphne browsed the store until she got to what she liked most: dolls. She had a small collection of them. She picked up a few dolls to look up closer, and as she was holding one of them, another one that was  standing close suddenly fell for no apparent reason. It called her attention, and she grabbed the doll to fix it back into place, but as she looked at the doll it seemed special to her; the doll's little blue eyes were so pretty and vivid that Daphne decided: that was the one she was going to buy.

When she got back home, she found a spot for the doll on the shelf in her bedroom with the other dolls she had. This doll was a little bigger than the others; it had a porcelain face, hands and legs; it had curly blonde hair, a pledged sky-blue dress, a little white purse on her arm, and a white hat with little yellow flowers. It was perfect and Daphne was happy for her new acquisition.

Excerpt from "A Moment In Time", a short story book by C.Crow

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A MOMENT IN TIME

"A MOMENT IN TIME"  is my new book on Amazon kindle.

The book consists of ten short stories. Filled with romance, fantasy, humor, drama, the stories are sure to entertain your reading time.

You'll read stories such as "The porcelain doll", "Magic", "The girl from Rio", "The ghost road", "Sunflower fields", which you can find an excerpt in this blog, and more.

The book is available in e-book and paperback at

www.Amazon.com/author/ccrow18

THE SUNFLOWER FIELDS

                                                                

Fresh morning; light breeze in the air; open prairie.

Extensive beautiful sunflower fields; yellow, his favorite color.

The sun shining mildly on his skin, young Indian boy.

She was there among the sunflowers; she was playing with the yellow petals of the big flower; pretty Indian girl.

He watched her from the distance, appreciating the young girl's beauty.

He decided to go; he so much wished to meet her.

There he went, his light steps in moccasins rustling through the field.

He caught her attention - she quit playing with the flower and stared at him.

Close to each other, he gave her a smile; she was shy.

Then he gave her a little white flower he picked up in the field.

She smiled at him, and that was the beginning of their friendship.
Every day after the sunrise there they used to see each other.
Young years; old times; beautiful memories.

Short story by C. Crow - all rights reserved.

THE MAGIC OF SEDONA

 

It was during my first visit to Sedona, Arizona, that I went to some  of the places which are considered vortices of energy. This magical place was already calling me since I had a strange dream with Cathedral Rock, the picture above, when it came on my dream as a rose quartz crystal. At the time of my dream I didn't have any idea that it was Cathedral Rock, and that it was in Sedona. 

It was only when I saw some pictures before visiting this enchanting place in Northern Arizona, that I saw Cathedral' s picture and I was amazed when I recognized that it was the same that came on my dream a year before. 

On my first night in Sedona I already could feel the powerful energies that surround that place; I could see through the veil that there was a giant swirling vortex of energy around the area where I was staying, close to Bell Rock. 

Next day I went to visit the wonderful Cathedral Rock, and right away when I got close to the stream that goes along the way to the Rock, I had shivers sensing the powerful energies of that vortex.

Vortex of energy is considered a doorway to another dimension, and you can have powerful experiences if you tune yourself to the energies of the vortex and to your Spirit Guide, who will be close to guide you through the experience that should bring a meaningful insight to you.

Sedona is also said to be a portal to communication with extra terrestrial beings.

My experiences in Sedona are part of my book soon to be published in the Amazon Kindle.

The painting below is Cathedral Rock, Sedona, Arizona, watercolor by  C.Crow.

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THE CASTLE - MEDIEVAL VISIONS

                               THE CASTLE- MEDIEVAL VISIONS

" I just stared at the scenes like visions that the powerful eye started to show me, staring at them like an unmovable shadow, which  I was then feeling at that moment. A castle, old, dark, surrounded by waters and dead trees. I was going through the dark halls dimmed lighted by a torch that someone was carrying.
Long; very long seemed to be those halls like an endless labyrinth. I was once again searching for someone inside that dark building of rocks.
Found stairs and up I went. More halls, and all the way to the end, steps slowing down, I felt my heart beat 'there', not 'here', where only still kind of empty shadow I was. That someone's heartbeats I could feel - why? What could be waiting behind that heavy wooden door that I was seeing at the front of my eyes now?"

Sample of  C.Crow's new writings soon to be published on Amazon kindle.

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I AM THE ESSENCE

Nature was always very important and sacred for the Native American people, and basically to all Native people around the Earth. They always had respect for everything that was given to them, never taking anything without a reason.

There was, and still, there is a deep connection between the people and all things Nature, even a small stone has a spirit. For the Native American people, especially the Lakota people, we are all related; people from all races across the planet, the animals, plants, and minerals; we are all related being all part of the Creator.

"I am the Essence" is a poem that evokes the deep connection between the red people and Nature, which has always existed for millenniums since the beginning of creation, in this case, the existence of the Native American people. It doesn't mean that only the Native Americans have this connection since all the races are connected and we all came from the same Creator, but the subject of this poem is centered on the Native American people's spiritual essence.

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LOVE, LIFE, FOREVER...TASUNKE WITKO LIVES! - SPIRITUAL POEMS

Love, Life, Forever...Tasunke Witko Lives! is a kindle book by C.Crow consisting of poems about Native American people, specifically two groups; one of them being the people called the Anasazi that lived in the Southwest of the United States, which mysteriously disappeared.
The Lakota people are the other group of Native Americans who are the subject of the poems, but the main focus is really the warrior and chief Crazy Horse (TASUNKE WITKO). 
They are spiritual poems, which means they were channeled from spiritual sources.
This kindle book also contains eleven pictures made by the author; ten color pictures and one black and white. You can find the kindle e-book and printed paperback.
They are also part of a book written by C.Crow which is still to be published sometime soon.

You can find the book at www.amazon.com/author/ccrow18