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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