Hawk Eyes XV – Bluejays, Hawks, and an Eagle

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Well, so much for romance! As Michael and I launched ourselves, we went straight into flow of ravens. “I count 15!” Michael yelled, but I could see more coming from the east. “Michael!” “Yep I see them…..3 more….listen – see if you can climb high and call for help.”

Michael continued to fly towards the east, where we thought the portal was, while I went up, ignoring the ravens for now. We both knew, that the portal needed to be shut down. Once I was high enough, I was yelling my head off, in the hawk language, “Help! We need help over here! Help!” “The Dark Forest has opened up!”.

Meanwhile, Michael was yelling in bluejay (yes the bluejay language) asking for help with fighting the ravens. Why bluejays? In addition to being beautiful, have you ever seen how nasty those birds are? Two of them can just about take down a raven, for sure!

And then I spotted it, and Michael coming up on it. The portal of strange rippling air with that weird hum they always make. But wait! What was that coming out of it just now? It was an ambiguous greyish, shapeless form, with two legs!

Whatever it was, I could sense that it was the worst sort of evil. I was about to yell to Michael about the creature, when dozens of bluejays came from every direction – and they were not there to play games! Each bluejay engaged the enemy as soon as they were close enough. It was awesome!

Flying above the fray of blue, black, and white feathers, I was trying to watch the creature, or demon, or whatever it was, so we wouldn’t lose sight of it, when I saw streams of fire from Michael, hit their target with deadly accuracy. Yes!! The portal was fully engulfed. Wahoo!!

I love how Michael does that. As a human, the fire will only come out of his right hand, but as a hawk, both wings can send enough fire to burn down a house. I began speeding up, and made myself invisible as I followed the demon creature. Meanwhile two of our hawk friends joined the bluejays in fighting the ravens.

I had trouble following the creature through the forest, but every once in a while, I saw its greyish form, and he was headed straight for the humans! There was a campsite not far away with several families, and because of my eyes, I could see some children playing. “Oh dear God!” I said out loud.

It was then that I heard two explosions in the area of the portal. And there was more fire. I never knew Michael could throw explosions too, but it made sense. I knew by now he was probably running out of energy, so I lifted a quick prayer, and turned again to follow the demon-creature.

Then one of the weirdest things I have ever seen, happened. As I was flying invisible, a shadow began to cover me, I mean cover me and then some. But the shadow, was unmistakably the shadow of wings. When I turned I saw the largest eagle anyone has ever seen, I’m sure of it.

It was easily 4 times the size of any eagle I had known. I quickly became visible, and moved out of its way. Did heaven hear my prayer?

Chills ran up and down my spine, as I saw this magnificent eagle, with talons extended, heading straight for the demon-creature.

Don’t be mad at me ladies…… but God I love a good fight!

    

I’ll tell you the rest in a couple of days!

Peace Out!

Michelle

      

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Hawk Eyes VIII – Delivered by Fire

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Hey, this is Michelle. Yeah, I like the guy. I’m not going to lie, but that’s not what I was thinking about as I was flying above, where he disappeared. I was certain the Dark Forest had lured him in, knowing he was a hawk, and intending to destroy him! They or it, took advantage of him being angry, and not really paying attention to the portal opening and then closing behind him.

Projecting my voice to warn him only worked briefly. Maybe the evil forces of the forest blocked my communicating with him, but I was praying now, hoping he would make it out of there. There was so much he needed to learn, and so far I hadn’t had a chance to explain. Mostly he needed to understand why, and how he was so special.

And then I thought I saw something moving, near the edge, where the trees emptied out into a large meadow. There! It was a wave of air, sort of…….bending…..and moving, and as I swooped down transforming back into a human, I landed about a 100 feet in front of it. For some reason, I could feel heat. I had never been inside of the Dark Forest before, but I knew this was weird.

And then it opened! It was a portal filled with raging fire! I put my arms up to protect my face, because  the heat now, was intense. And then I saw him, running towards me as he pushed through the opening, with his right hand in the air, and a large knife in his left. The strength of his legs pumping at full speed, and his face filled with determination, were amazing. He was magnificent!

He stumbled as soon as he was through, got up and ran towards me. I could see he was burned, hair singed, skin all red, clothing was burning and falling off. “Michael!!” I yelled as the portal closed. I yelled for him to roll on the ground to put out some of the fire still clinging to him.

After we both knew he was ok, he said, “Let’s get outta here!” and I helped him up. But I looked him square in the face and asked, “Where did the fire come from?” He hesitated, but said quietly, “From me, it seems I can throw fire around now……kind of easily too. It comes in streams though…..”

I was shocked. I was so surprised, my legs gave out and I sat down right there. “What?” he said, just staring at me. “It means you’re a lot more special, than I realized.”

A few minutes later I was helping him walk, with one arm under one of his arms. “After dipping you in a cold stream I’m taking you back to my place.” I said. He asked, “You live up here?” I just shook my head yes.

Along the way I shared briefly why we were made hawks, and that we were up against some pretty tough dark forces. He just listened.

I will tell you he really likes my place, high up in the mountains. That’s always helpful, wink, wink!

Peace out.

 

I’ll share more of our story in a couple of days,

Michelle.

         

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Hawk Eyes VI

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I must have passed out, because I don’t remember anything before the two of us hit the ground, with a huge thud. The strange thing was, we were right back where we started. Was it a vision, or had we really turned into hawks?

To be honest, I couldn’t think straight, I was in too much pain, and as I rolled around moaning, unable to get up, I was vaguely aware of Michelle yelling at me. “What the hell is wrong with you?!!” “You almost killed both of us?!!” But her voice seemed distant and I had a ringing in my ears, so I ignored her.

As I began sitting up, she was still yelling, “You never give up, in the middle of a transformation!!” I shook my head trying to think, “A transfor…..what?” It was then that Michelle stood over me, with both hands on her hips. She said, “Trans-for-ma-tion.”, as if I needed to hear it slower. And then she did something I would never forget, and to be honest I wish she hadn’t done it.

She looked down at me and flipped up her eye patch. And when she saw my look of shock, and my jaw drop, she swept her almost blonde hair back, from the other eye. I couldn’t help myself, I turned to my right (away from her) and vomited like a big dog.

She had stared hard at me with the most hideous eyes I had ever seen. And if you haven’t guessed it by now, she had two of the strangest, and ugliest hawk eyes. She said nothing as I emptied my gut of every fragment of anything. Not looking at her, I eventually made it to my feet and covered my vomit with dirt.

What I did not know at the time, was that my reaction to her eyes, really hurt her feelings deeply. Tears were streaming down her face. But I didn’t know that, because I wasn’t looking at her any more. I looked around at the ground and started gathering my backpack, and the rest of my belongings. I also grabbed one of the blankets, and headed back down the trail. “Where are you going?” she asked. I mumbled, “I’m outta here.”

The only thing I wanted, was to be away from this whole mess, hawk eyes, wings, transformation – I was done! And that included Michelle. Stumbling, hurting, sick, and angry, I headed back towards the car, but at the last second, I decided on a side trail. Actually, it wasn’t a trail at all, but it was a path the deer often travelled.

I walked for hours, vaguely aware of a shadow of wings, following me. When I saw the shadow covering me, I knew instantly it was her. And it was if I could hear in my mind, Michelle’s voice calling me, “Michael wait!”

I didn’t care anymore, and I just wanted to be in the deepest, darkest woods I could find. I needed to think, and sort this all out.

 

To be continued tomorrow!

      

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Hawk Eyes III

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Well to be honest, I didn’t make my getaway quick enough. I had parked a long ways from Mack’s Pub that night. And as I walked quickly down the street, passing under the street lights, I heard her voice. Somehow, the one-eyed woman with messed up hair, had revived herself, and came running after me! “Wait!!” She yelled.

I really thought the woman was insane, so I started running too, in the opposite direction! She kept yelling, “Wait, no please wait!” in a pleading way. I hesitated because there was something in her voice. Maybe it was her horrible appearance, or maybe I was interested because she was pleading, but when she yelled, “I know how to help you – with your eyes!” I stopped dead in my tracks.

She had my attention. When she walked up close, she got a little too close, so I took a step back. Was that a bug in her hair? Under the street light I could see something moving. Figuring it was a mosquito, and that she wouldn’t mind, I flicked it. “Bug” was all I said.

She just nodded, and started by saying, “Listen, I know I look weird……but please listen to what I have to say.” I said nothing and waited. “I saw you out on the ridge yesterday, because I was there too. You just didn’t see me.” I just looked at her. She continued, “And I thought it was really cool how you called the cops on those thugs, down in the valley.”

There haven’t been too many times in my life that I have been impressed by someone, but this was one of them. I finally nodded yes, not knowing what to say. “I want to help you” she said. I began to relax some, and was no longer even considering running. I began to think that maybe, just maybe, some of her weirdness, was well…..kind of attractive. Ok, give me a break…I am a guy, you know.

“I need to show you something” she said, “but we need to go up high on the ridge, like right now.” I was shocked, “What?? Now, in the dark??” She nodded yes, and said, “It’s important!”

She explained that she wanted to meet by the large group of rocks, on the west side, but I told her no, since the whole thing was illegal, (because of the hour) and I did not want to be stumbling around in the dark, we would meet in the parking lot.

She tried to object by saying, “But with your eyes….” I cut her off with a simple head shake no. So we each headed for our cars, and as she walked away, looking over her shoulder, she smiled she said, “By the way, my name is Michelle.” “And I really can help you.” She turned to face me, and walked backwards saying, “Besides…..you’re kind of cute.”

       

To be continued. I’m really enjoying writing this series, so I’ll be posting another segment tomorrow! Thanks for reading.

     

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The Tiny House

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It was a tiny house really, but she always felt that it was filled with love. Even though her husband had passed away more than three years ago, she could often still feel his presence.

Mostly, she knew he was there for each meal, at the table. And sometimes when she was outside, she could see his spirit, fishing at the river next to their house. She always kept his favorite rod and reel, by the front door, in case he needed it.

Maybe he wasn’t using an actual rod and reel, because she figured everything about him now was spirit, but it was comforting to know he still practiced his favorite hobby.

Even though she was almost 90 years old now, she still got around just fine, and she could even tend to the tulips surrounding their home every spring. It had been her husband Jacob’s idea, to have tulips on each side, and even down along a walkway to the river.

At the breakfast table one morning she remembered him saying, as if it was yesterday, “Anna, it reminds me so much of growing up in Holland”. She still smiled at him saying that, even after all this time, especially with his beautiful Dutch accent. Was it his accent that first attracted her to him? How she missed his…. strength.

The phone rang, and as she took the three steps to the living room, she dreaded picking it up after seeing the caller ID. It was her daughter calling again, trying to convince her to leave her tiny home, filled with love.

 

To be concluded the middle part of this week!

    

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I Am a River Again II

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“I’ll race ya!” They were on their bikes racing to the park when Stephanie challenged him. He loved a good race, and as Stephanie pulled ahead, he found himself pedaling harder and faster than he had expected. “Ha!” he yelled, which was all he could do, as he spent all his breath to catch up to her.

They went up a slight hill, and then back down flying. Dan thought of eagles side by side as the wind seemed to fill them. Stephanie was so beautiful with her dark red hair trailing behind her, from under her helmet. She was pulling ahead again!

When they made it to the entrance of the park, at full speed they called it a tie. Well he called it a tie, Stephanie just smiled and said quietly, “You know, I was just slightly ahead.” He said nothing, because he was out of breath.

They locked their bikes and walked over to the river. He was astounded by the beauty of the place. “Steph, what do you pray for when you come out here?” She immediately thought of him and how she fasted, and prayed for him, but she said, “People….I pray for people that I know…”

He took her hand and loved the way it felt in his. He often thought about her enamel white skin. It was not pale really, but instead the white was rich and deep, with a beautiful hint of red underneath.

As they walked he wanted to ask her about God, or rather her view about people and God. “Steph, what about people that don’t have our faith……maybe they have another faith…..” His voice trailed off, but Stephanie, jumped in quickly with, “Oh I love this topic!” “Father Tom has taught us about it!” Dan waited.

“Father Tom says something I love, ‘We are not the judge, and we don’t know all the ways God speaks to people.’” Dan nodded his headed yes, because he liked what he was hearing. Stephanie continued, “And he says that the people with a strict interpretation of this, always forget that each human being is made in God’s image.”

Dan was soaking this all in when he suddenly pointed and said, “Look, there’s a hill full of daffodils!” “Do you still have your camera?” But Stephanie was already sifting through her backpack. Dan jumped in with, “I like Father Tom, I think I’d like to meet with him.”

A minute later Stephanie was taking multiple shots of the amazing yellow flowers. And once again she had something like a vision. It was as she was looking through the lens, for a close-up. She felt it in her heart….it was strong too. Their first baby would be a girl……and they would paint her room……yes they would paint her room – yellow.

She almost fainted, and Dan rushed to her side, catching her in his arms.

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 To be continued this week.

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He Used to be a River VI – Challenges

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“So you’ve been going on dates, and you’ve known him for how long….I mean this time?” Stephanie’s Mom looked at her now, as they walked in a local park. Stephanie turned at least 14 shades of red. Stephanie hesitated, realizing what her mother was going to say next, and to top it all off, her Mom had that twinkle in her eye…..the one that said she having fun with this conversation.

Stephanie blurted out…… “Mom! Stop laughing, alright it’s been 2 weeks.” There she said it. Her Mom harrumphed instead of laughing. “Two weeeeks??” “Unbelievable, and you expect him to pray the rosary?” Stephanie looked down at the ground, and her Mom knew instantly she needed to back off.

“Sweetheart you know the Church doesn’t require the rosary…..it is a devotion, and that’s all.” “You need to relax more, and don’t start expecting more from him than you should.” Stephanie nodded her head yes, protesting with, “But it’s what he said about it….” Stephanie was hurt when Dan described how it didn’t seem right to him. Stephanie’s Mom motioned for Stephanie to have a seat on the park bench.

Meanwhile Dan was working across town at the Mercedes dealer as a mechanic, and was getting a blasting from his sometimes friend, Brad. Brad started in again, about dating a “religious” woman. “So what do the two of you do, on a date then…huh?” Dan slid under the S250 he was working on, while saying, “Knock it off Brad!”

But Brad didn’t knock it off, “So tell me…..is she a virgin?” It was at that point that Dan moved so quickly from under the car, to his feet, and grabbing Brad by his uniform collar that Brad was actually terrified. “Listen you jerk – you say one more stupid thing like that about Stephanie and me – and I’ll knock your head off – got it?” Brad just nodded repeatedly.

Back at the park, Stephanie’s Mom asked an important question, “Is he writing poetry again?” Stephanie shook her head no and said, “Not yet….but he wants to.”

“Well when he does, you’ll know the healing is taking place……let’s pray for him again……” The two of them bowed their heads, and joined hands to pray.

 

To be continued in a couple of days.

     

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