Category Archives: Short Stories
Visionkeeper’s Blog – A Raven Story – 9 April 2013
Thanks to: https://lucas2012infos.wordpress.com/2013/04/09/visionkeeper-a-raven-story-9-april-2013/
Written by Raven
WHITE DOVE
“When ravens gather, a carcass is near.”
— Native American proverb
The four of us faced a threshold none of us wanted to cross. My sister Amanda held the door key, while we held our collective breathes as she inserted it into the lock and turned it. I was the oldest sibling, so it fell to me to open the door.
Our father had died two weeks before. Heart attack, they said. He had lived by himself in this ancient log cabin overlooking the Montana mountains for at least two dozen years by my reckoning. Over those years, one by one, his four children had gone their separate ways into distant lives. We rarely called our father or each other. Now his funeral had brought us all together to rekindle tenuous bonds and ignite old animosities. Read the rest of this entry
Lucas: A Fictional Story – Two Towers – Remembering The Secret – 11 September 2012
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A fictional story about Two Towers in the midst of the land of human.
The story begins with the characters of the two towers , one tower called the whore of Babylon and the other called the tower of the darkness. Both had found in their fights of evil their righteous place so they thought. The land of human kind was their place they could feed, plunder and use their resources called slaves for what reason or what use ever. The dark forces had found protection in clothing that shielded them against the light they could not bear.
It was a long time ago when those evil forces came upon earth and started fighting amongst themselves for power and settled for the status quo in finding their own strongholds to defend. They came to satisfy their needs that where abundantly available on earth. The creator of this world had given the species that predominant lived on this earth of heavenly greens, streams, enchanted lands of waving trees, seas and mountains, a lot of edible food in the form of fruits, berries, seeds, nuts, that came from those plants and trees that grew them. Animals, insects where also provided for on this beautiful world created and it was called the land of Gaia and also human land. Read the rest of this entry
Trip to Earth, Part II – The Meeting (A Short Story by Wes Annac)
This situation I found myself in required innate mental and emotional training and discipline. If I did not wish to give my position away, I had to maintain pure clarity of mind. I could not even let myself think or feel in any way that I was where I was, lest I wish for those who were also where I was to notice me. I could not be spotted, I could not be known about. With all of my training, with all of my mental discipline, with every fiber of my being I focused on being in my quarters, in my room, meditating or painting. I had to completely convince myself, therefore convincing others, that I was in my quarters, doing anything other than spying on the meeting my parents were having with the rest of the Sirian High Council about various situations unfolding on the planet Earth. Read the rest of this entry
Trip to Earth – A Short Story by Wes Annac
Note: This is a short story and is fictional. Though I throw in relevant elements of my Life, very little to none of this story actually applies to me personally. In this story, I fully immerse myself in the point of view of this young Sirian adventurer, who dearly wishes for his Elder Guide to show him one of the realms of Earth. Again, I am not sharing a personal story or experience, and the main soul in this story is not meant to be interpreted as myself. Enjoy 
All around us, intense rays of red and violet color swirled as we were uplifted and transported away from the domain, from the realm we were currently inhabiting. That which was familiar with me dissipated away as I found myself, with my spiritual Master whom is my Elder Guide, transporting away from my known realm inside of and around this beautiful yet intense ray of Light-based travel. I had traveled only in such manner once before, when my father and mother wished to make an exploratory expedition to a world in the Pleiades star system. They chose to use the same sort of Light-based travel that I now found myself once again experiencing. Oh, how I had pried and pried my Elder about visiting this unfamiliar realm we were traveling to. Oh, how I had heard about the beauty of this world and the difficulty of it alike, and how dearly I wished to visit it.
My Elder had told me multiple times that I would not be ready for it, that even a visit to this world can be quite difficult to a sensitive soul. Ever since first hearing about this mythical land from my father, I had always wished for a quick visit to see what this world called Gaia (Terra-Shan-Earth) was all about. I have always been one for adventures, and I have always challenged myself to new heights and as such, I was constantly attempting to convince my Elder to let me take a peek at Earth, so to speak. Elder would warn me every time of the risks involved, and that even the astral realms of the Earth-plane can suck one in and make one a part of the cycle of duality. That is a challenge that I have no intention of undertaking, that of incarnating or otherwise Living on the Earth plane. However, as the beautiful colors that had only for a short time been swirling around me and transporting me to this realm began to fade away, I found myself standing with Elder, on top of a high monument of some sorts. Read the rest of this entry
The Dimming Leaf (A short story by Wes Annac)
Here I sit, in my dark room though it is daytime out. I find my emotions or lack thereof match the darkness around me quite perfectly. I feel as a robot, void of emotions, feelings and mind. I feel as if I am in a hypnotic state in this place I call home, but if I am hypnotized than the question remains: what happens when I wake up from this dull dream? Where do I go, what do I perceive that could be any more ‘real’ than this reality around me? These questions and more are what keep me inside the illusion, what keep me from thinking that there isn’t something past this life, past this existence I find myself tolerating. The only thing I find enhances this reality, is the awesome and profound substance that I and many others call the sweet leaf. Read the rest of this entry
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