“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.” – George Carlin
I started dreaming of him two days after he died in October of 2014. A shimmer, a king, a marine, a boy, a friend, a memory, a voice and of course a ghost. He came from the back yard usually around 3:00 A.M. trailing a breeze that floated off the Devil’s backbone. Unusually cold no matter the time of year, and in both of his hands, bone white, coated by the spells of the deep earth, he held my deepest secrets. Those I told him when we were but ten and eleven years of age. When the moon was of its fullest, he made it a blood moon, and he boasted our best stories. When it was at its darkest, when the moon was silent, he was hushed. It was that stillness that bothered me the most. That space of no quickening, the reality of man against the ages. Reality versus the equilibrium of alternate universes. This world against the moving vale of the other side.
These are final days. Those signs about us, those earthquakes in diver’s places would tell it so. The end of a cycle, the epilogue of a long series, before the transformation begins. He tells me that upon his visits. I never dreamed it would be so, not while I still have breath, and I think it unfair, and I tell him so. He laughs, not uncaring, but with a mirthful knowledge, of what awaits me on his side. I wonder why he can’t tell me, why I must guess, but as these final days pass, I think I know. It is a mystery, a puzzle to ponder, when he does not visit, a labyrinth of undead knowledge, when the moon is silent. A secret of Pandora’s box that only the whispers in my most private dreams.
He visits me, one last time, as the moon disappears into April. He laughs as I complain about the infirmities of age and the politics of a modern age. “Shit always rises to the surface“, he says grinning, looking beyond me in my bed. The stars beyond him seem to disappear into a black triangle ruled by beings that rule dimensions, and uncured vestiges. Twelve signs of the zodiac are ingrained upon his face. A star a diamond, a seal on the back of his hand. Symbols of our youth. Places we left secrets when the moon was silent. Doors revolving, as it is above so it is below my friend. In my dreams my friend.
I started dreaming of him two days after he died in October of 2014. – 04.30.2022 – דָנִיֵּאל
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Wonderful piece Daniel
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Thank you my friend. My apologies for such a late reply. Hope all is well with you. I have been so busy my blog has taken a backseat but hopefully that is changing soon.
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Really cool writing!
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Hi Keith, Thank you I am really happy you liked this.
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Your welcome.
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❤
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Thank you Paris. I am happy you liked this.
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Well done, one of your best prose pieces to date.
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Hi Abby, Thank you for your comment. Happy you liked this piece.
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Goosebumps while reading this.
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Hi ilile, Goosebumps are good I hope. Thank you for your kind comment. 🙂
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In this case, they were extra good. 🙂
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As always you deliver the best in ghostly beauty. 🙂
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Thank you Gabby. I appreciate your comment. I really appreciate you reading and commenting.
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Always a pleasure. 🙂
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I understand, about what you have written so well.
There are some close to me who are gone, and they enter my dreams. Sometimes 1 at a time, sometimes 2, sometimes it’s a party.
Guess I’ll call these my howling moon dreams from now on.
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This right here is why you and I connect. We have the same ghost drama in our lives, yet we have a nice humor to go along with it. As always my friend who I have never met face to face, I adore you, because of our connection. 🙂
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Likewise, Daniel. It is a drama, but we are enriched by it. Therein humour can oft be fund.
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Truly Magical
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Thank you Ginger. Always humbled by the magic. 😉
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Your writing is always worth more than a glance and a favorable comment. 🙂
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🙂
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As soon as I think you have taken me beyond there. You take me further. Fabulous writing Daniel.
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Hi Carmel. Thank you. I always appreciate your comments and insight. 🙂
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Very welcome, I enjoy your writing very much.
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Loved each word. The song fit especially well. I too have a friend gone but not really gone who visits me often in the early morning hours.
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Thank you Deb. There seem to be a few of us on this trip. 😉
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Good company. ❤
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Much like your piece on the apostles, in the zone buddy. 😉
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Hi Scott. Thank you. As always like your insight.
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Somehow missed being notified on this gem. Happy I found it though.
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Happy you found it too. WP is a weird algorithm all its own sometimes. Thanks for your comment Darrin.
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Your welcome. I agree the machinations of WP are sometimes a bit weird.
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The dead tell no lies. U are blessed my friend. 🙂
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Thank you Ryan, I am blessed to also know great folks like yourself on WP.
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I see this as a very spiritual piece. Your soul on display in another world. Your friend telling or trying to tell you something. Listening is the key. Loved each word.
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Hi Lauren, Thank you very much for your comment. Your insight is truly appreciated.
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One of your best since the apostles my friend. 🙂
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Thank you Steve. I am glad you brought up the apostles. I was thinking of them while writing this. 🙂
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🙂 ❤
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Thank you Lisa. Shabbat Shalom.
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Dearest Daniel,
You lead us on the most interesting ride. I was glued to each wonderful word. I see characters from my own long life’s history in my own nighttime world quite often.
❤
Ruby
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Hi Ruby, Thank you so much for your beautiful comment. I am happy that you too share the journey with long gone friends at night.
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They are there almost every night Daniel. 🙂
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As beautiful of a piece as you have ever written. 🙂
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Wonderful writing. You have such a mystical nature to your words.
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Well written Daniel, one of your best.
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I have seen that “black triangle before. Great piece mate.
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Great writing, enjoyed this one very much Daniel.
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This has a dream state quality to it, almost surreal. I really liked it especially the way the music fit. Well done.
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Thank you Morgana, I loved the song too, I am happy you liked it.
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Absolutely love this Daniel. ❤
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Hi Gigi, Thank you I am so happy you liked this.
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Such a beautiful mystical write Daniel. Your gaze beyond amazes me. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you Heather, as always I appreciate deeply your comments.
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Very welcome dear Daniel.
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It is a sad thing to lose loved ones, but also it can be a happy thing when they return in dreams to tell us things. Well done as always my friend.
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Hi Wang, you have a great point. Thank you for reminding me that dreams can be a blessing.
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❤
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Thank you Summer. So happy you liked this.
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