Category Archives: Owl Creek Road

Medicine Woman and Magician

Raven Medicine

Cor, Medicine Woman and Magician at your service on Owl Creek Road.

Can I Have What He’s Had?

The Common Raven is an acrobatic flier, often doing rolls and somersaults in the air. One bird was seen flying upside down for more than a half-mile. Young birds are fond of playing games with sticks, repeatedly dropping them, then diving to catch them in midair.

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Tree and I were not sure what had made this Raven happy enough to be jigging about, but we were only just saying that we thought we would like some of what he has had.

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Then we heard what sounded like a jet arriving and  we realized that Baba had returned to Lemuria in her mortar. No wonder Raven is dancing a jig.

When Baba makes a come back everyone has a reaction.

Meanwhle, this aged Raven who has clearly seen it all before, is far from impressed.

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Whose Taste Gives Wisdom

IT was the Dwarf’s who brewed the Magic Mead, and it was the Giants who hid it away. But it was Odin who brought it from the place where it was hidden and gave it to the sons of men. Those who drank of the Magic Mead became very wise, and not only that but they could put their wisdom into such beautiful words that every one who heard would love and remember it.

When you travel along Owl Creek Road you may be lucky enough to stumble upon the house of a wizard who had a close association with Odin’s ravens. Knowledge has been passed down through the ages and it is said that a few drops of her special elixir, whose taste gives wisdom, in turn leads to beautiful words dripping, like honey, from the mouth of the lucky recipients.

Rich Gold To Be Found

Owl Creek Road is challenging for many. Not everyone makes it to the Alluvial Mine, but those who have made the supreme effort and mined the rich veins have returned with gold.

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Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old –
This knight so bold –
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow –
“Shadow,” said he,
“Where can it be –
This land of Eldorado?”

“Over the mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,”
The shade replied –
“If you seek for Eldorado!”

Like the Knight many who travel in Lemuria are seeking their Eldorado. The collection of Advent Calendars on the site, filled to overflowing with the work of those who have passed this way are a testimony to just what rich veins are to be mined  in the mines such as the one at Owl Creek.

On The Watch Tower

The air is fresh this morning and I wake up bright and energetic. In my dream, le Enchanteur told me that I should travel along Owl Creek Road, across Owl Creek Valley until I see a farm house. What I would find at this farm house, she would not explain but in my dream, I saw flashing images of a woman waiting and a deep dark cavern.

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Owl Creek Road winds through some territories of Lemuria that are still unknown. Raven goes ahead with some of her friends and keeps a watchful eye on the road, warning of  potential danger.

Owl Creek Travelling

The air is fresh this morning and I wake up bright and energetic. In my dream, le Enchanteur told me that I should travel along Owl Creek Road, across Owl Creek Valley until I see a farm house. What I would find at this farm house, she would not explain but in my dream, I saw flashing images of a woman waiting and a deep dark cavern.

As I expected the mule assigned to me is tied to a nearby tree, almost identical to the one I slept under last night. I gathered my few things and walked over to it. It greeted me kindly and I gave it some pieces of carrot whilst I munched on a juicy sweet apple. There are fruit trees everywhere here in Owl Creek Valley and I’ve gathered up a whole bag full.

We walk and I talk to the mule, who listens attentively. I hope the apple core I’ve dropped on the ground, grows into a lovely big apple tree. I can see a brightly coloured cloak up ahead, looking suspiciously like the one I saw retreating into the bushes yesterday. This time le Enchanteur (who else could it be?) is not hiding but watching me as I walk past. I know not to approach her. She has other ways of communicating and when she wants to speak to me directly she will. I’m happy with that. She gives me a faint smile of encouragement as I glance at her and I see something mischievous glinting in her eyes. I feel a lot better now that I know she’s watching over me.

The dream I had last night gave me some other information too. There were images I’d prefer not to dwell on, ghost towns, a mysterious shadowy woman and that dark cavern again. I try not to worry but I know that I’m heading towards challenges I’ve never faced before.

As I rest and wash my dusty feet by a little stream, I look up to see the horizon shimmering with heat. I splash water on my face and drink some of the cool, sweet water and enjoy the sensation as it travels down my throat. The mule is enjoying it too by the slurping sounds I hear. The weather is hot, but bearable. I only have a loose cotton dress on anyway so my skin is able to breathe.

I set out on my journey again but this time I decide to wear my spectacles to pass the time. I should see many interesting things through those glasses.

I hope this journey is not a long one. There is only so much talking you can do to a mule.

by Soultide