Secrets of the Raven…by Raven Starr

Bryan Rainey
July 1, 2017

<p>Ba humbug

<p>I don’t know what it is now that my kids are older Christmas has lost its shine. In fact, after my favorite holiday, Halloween of course, but after its all down-hill from there. It is supposed to be the season for giving, yea giving folks a head and heart ache. <p>Suicide rates rise during these so called cheery days. I have seen the complete opposite. I’ve seen anger and hate with plastic smiles plastered all over people’s faces. Yea, no overflowing rivers of pink glitter instead most of us are standing around waiting for Charon and his boat to take us across the river Styx.

<p>I mean don’t get me wrong people with small children, yay, great, but when those grow up and see how screwed life is…well then I might not be alone on the ba humbug train. You know what’s funny? As I sit here, burning with a fever and my body aching from the flu guess what I saw? A damn Christmas commercial. When I was in the store last week there wasn’t even a full lane decorated for Thanksgiving, nope just jump right into Christmas.

<p>I understand the reason and the season and all that. It’s not the message that bothers me, it’s the bullshit hiding under, before and behind the message. As humans we need something to believe in to help us sleep at night.

<p>So is ba humbugginess is it’s a sham? It’s all a created for love but instead throughout the years with all the evil in the world it should be a wonderful time for love and family. But as this holiday and I use this term loosely, watch people, in the stores grumbling, shoving and talking shit. Ask anyone in retail and they hate their job from now till the first of the New Year. It’s the stress of trying to prove presents equal love, and that’s wrong. Christmas shouldn’t be about all the presents you can rack up. There isn’t a lot of people that give for the sake of giving. And that’s where the problem started. At first children my age, we made popcorn balls as a family and watched all the classic Christmas cartoons that I honestly still love and watch. It’s probably one of thing I do enjoy about the upcoming apocalypse… I mean holiday. And you know what else? We can’t say Merry Christmas anymore because everyone now gets so butt hurt if the world doesn’t revolve completely around them. Some things in my opinion just shouldn’t be messed with. Poorly made horror flicks but we’ll get into that on a different day, today is about snow, hot coco, and snuggles by a warm crackling fire. Just because I write some horror doesn’t mean I’m not a romantic chick.

<p>Can’t we go back to the time when Christmas meant togetherness and not the most expensive gift under the tree? When I was a child I couldn’t wait for the tree to go up and sit underneath it to count the colorful lights. My house always smelled good and I knew once it got dark I could crawl in my mother’s bed and watch cartoons until I fell asleep. That is what should be passed on, the memories, and sharing, that should be the message we pass onto the children of our future. Can’t we see the world is spinning apart? That there is more fear now, intertwined in our everyday lives than there has been in many, many years?

<p>Instead of being focused on being nice for 60 days is bullshit, let’s try to be joyous the whole 365, is that too much to ask for? We shouldn’t be forced to be nice for 60 days a year, why can’t we try to spread goodness? Are we turning into robots on automatic zone patrol, just coasting through life unaware of the people surrounding us? Yep, with everything going on in this country makes me want to crawl under a rock until it’s safe to emerge, but will it ever be safe?

<p>Where is Santa when you need him? Shit where is the Easter bunny, we could use some smiles and peace. Peace that when you turn on the TV you’re not bombarded by death and fear. Again, I ask where is Santa or where is the goodness this season is supposed to stir up? All I’m saying is it’s hard to get holiday-ready when the holiday brings out the true roughness in the people besides them. Try being today and tomorrow. Give someone a gift even if it’s an ear or a shoulder to cry on. Let’s pass that on and maybe …just maybe. It won’t be a ba humbug sorta holiday.

<p> (But I won’t hold my breathe)

Autumn

<p>The leaves are finally turning a brilliant gold and the fresh scent of fall wafts up my nose. I love this weather, don’t you? Now that Halloween is done it doesn’t mean the eerie scenery that begins in October. I love the sensation of walking down a dark street with the dry leaves crunches underneath my sneakers. Have you ever felt like you were being followed? With each step along the sparsely lit street, icy fingers tingled down my spine, I hastened my step. Ooh just as I sit here writing this, I stare out my window I can only think of the things that go BUMP. I mean how could I not think of dark figures stalking the steps of the living. Personally, I think this eerie time of year gets surpassed by thought of white snow, love and presents…and for some of you just presents with no love… Why can we not celebrate the darkness at least once, no, no, not I want to possess your soul kinda darkness that’s not what I mean at all, embrace the change that Fall brings. Everything on this planet changes, it grows, things die while others are reborn. I’m not one for making New Year crap because come on who really does that?

<p>But that doesn’t mean I won’t try to be a better person, that’s all we can really do, honestly, we need to accept the change of certain things in your life. Relationships change some die off for no reason while new shining orbs appear to replace what you have lost. Change. It’s hard, to let it go, whatever it is that we all keep close to our hearts that haunts our every step, some including myself, think we deserve the darkness that we keep. See the word I used there… “Keep”

<p>Those dark figures that we have created for ourselves turn into the baggage we carry. So, imagine once again walking on that dark street with the breath of death and change breathing down the nape of your neck. Don’t be afraid, because the more we move forward we are so ever close to change, to be reborn, to be able to embrace yourself, your ‘true’ self. That is what we fear, we fear being our true selves. That people would not love and appreciate your inner soul. So we suppress, not totally submit but little things about you we hide, that is fear entering brain, slowly trying to consume your soul, and your inner light because we are taught our feelings are not no longer paramount, that as long as there was another in ourselves willing to accept our outer shell while denying who you truly want to be. To change is to defeat fear, to use the light of your soul to brighten the path in those dark days. Embrace it, embrace the change in front of you but don’t look back, keep moving forward.

<p>But if you feel the darkness and urge to stop and turn around remember this…Always keep a light on.

~Raven

 

Halloween
by Raven Starr
Halloween… Or All Hallows Eve… All Saints Eve?

I guess it’s all how you imagined it right? Some people only see free candy with funny or scary masks while to some others it is a straight up no bullshit religious holiday. But no matter what some may think we can trace the day back generations of people, but I’m not going to spend my time with you spouting off who thinks about what and where it came from, there is enough craziness in the world right for all of us to be worried about so let’s just enjoy this spooky month together. Do you believe in ghosts, saints, or any otherworldly creature?

Have you ever felt like someone was watching you but you’re alone? Or feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as a brisk air brushes past.

What about creatures, though. We’ve all heard or read about rumors of other beings, like vampires. But what about the less talked about creatures like werewolves. Wait…Wait… Don’t laugh, just listen. Where I live now there’s a beast, yep you heard me a beast like a werewolf out in the woods not too far from me. It is known as The Beast of Land Between the Lakes. So, the thought of a cryptic creature around makes me wonder if it’s real. These rumors go back over 100 years so maybe it’s true, maybe there is a wild hairy man, a skinwalker, or a wild dog to even the dreaded Beast of LBL. I’ve asked around and checked it out on Youtube and there’s a few videos which captured a gut-wrenching sound so loud that could make passer by wanna piss their pants in sheer fright of the unknown.  Do you think creatures like the werewolf are real?

I’ve been asked a few times if I’d been willing to go look for the beast. Now I’m on the fence on this one. Now I’ve checked out how dense the woods are and…. yea there’s no way in hell. Lol. I want to believe, to believe in ghosts, big foot, and aliens. I know as Halloween draws near the veil between the physical world and the spiritual is felt so strongly that no one can hide their fears of what goes bump in the night. What scares you? I am a horror lover and if you’ve read my old books you know I love it. I can deal with ghosts, Michael Myers, Freddy, the chainsaw guy, and even Candyman (shh don’t say his name cuz he’ll come get you) but zombies, oh hell to the naw, no zombies for Raven. I can’t stand the thought of a rotting corpse chasing me so it could eat me…. Y’all nasty, not that way. LOL

If one day you see me running, you’d better join in because I don’t play. 😊

What scares you?

Secrets of the Raven…by Raven Starr

               First off, I want to thank you all for stopping and I hope you return time after time. If you don’t know, I’m Raven Starr. I’m an author, I write a wide range of books from steamy romance to the core of dark and shadows and some of those tales I will only disclose here. There will be all sorts of topics to tingle that thread of darkness within us all.
               Welcome to my secrets. Enjoy them.
               So, what is a secret, really? Is it those passing thoughts we have now and then or it a secret something else? Something that grows within our souls and builds up so much that we may feel the need to explode? What’s your secret? How many secrets do you have?
                I know I have secrets, some good but then are others where if I share them I might be deemed a bit tapped in the skull, which is why writing is my perfect outlet. I can indulge in all sorts of wild fantasy. In my imagination, I can come up with anything and everything, I can ride a unicorn, become a Fae, or a wild woman warrior the possibilities are endless.
                But I wonder what would happen if I told you a secret… Would you keep it or would it be so juicy that you couldn’t but to share it?
                Secrets… Here’s something that has happened in my life and only few people in my life know this story.
Many years ago, when I lived in Connecticut my daughter was about three or so. I was young in my early twenties. Inside information about me is I am empath, a seer, or the easiest way to say it is…I see dead people. Not just dead people but I can sense darkness and see the entities that travel back and forth through the veil. So, think of me like a cross between Sookie Stackhouse and the old woman in the Insidious movies. Honestly, after I watched that and having the experience I’m about to tell you about made me try to unseen all the shit…Oh can I say, that? Shit? I don’t know but let’s hurry on. So now that you know a little background let me tell you what happened. Like I said my daughter was about three and I was living in this nice townhouse, projects, whatever to a twenty-something it was awesome, so my daughter went to stay the night with my mother. I’m not which month it was but I started getting this feeling, it felt like something tickling the hairs on the back of my neck. I do remember feeling that something wasn’t right. I didn’t know about the veil, and my gift…well, that’s not true I kinda knew but I didn’t know the capacity. Throughout the day even before my daughter I felt strange but once she left and the sun went down I couldn’t shake this feeling that something was wrong. So later that night I think it might have been shortly after midnight but I woke up, I felt like I wasn’t alone. My heart started to race and I was searching my room but it was dark, but I knew I wasn’t alone. But then something started to happen, right above my head there was a dark void darker than my room, now how can that be possible, but I couldn’t look away from it. The longer I stared into this void, the bigger it grew and it started to pour out of the wall, right above my bed straggling out. I saw long arms forming, then a neck, a neck to long and crooked to be human, and then I saw the silhouette of its head. I couldn’t move as this entity hovered above me. I was stuck. Panic began to set in as I couldn’t take my eyes off this thing forming above me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. A feeling of dread appeared in my soul. I felt like it wanted me. Like it was telling me of its ever-looming presence and that at any time it would reach through the darkness and snatch me from this realm of existent. It felt like forever as I stared this thing down. A cold like I have never felt before started to creep up my body. From my toes up my legs. I couldn’t let this thing; this evil encompasses me it must’ve been only minutes before I broke loose… I shot from my bed like a spring. I flung on the lights and there was nothing there but Ii knew what I saw, I knew what I felt and I was scared, honestly, I was beyond scared. I went through the entire house flipping on lights searching for this thing hiding in the darkness. After I went through the entire house from top to bottom I couldn’t shake the feeling. It was well after midnightbut my comfort was my mother…so I called her and told her everything… I didn’t tell her about the feeling, about the strange whispered I heard, but she told me to bless my house with smoke and a strong resolute that I wasn’t afraid. I hung up and did exactly what my mother told me and I felt some sort of comfort I fell asleep right before dawn but I couldn’t shake the feeling and I kept hearing the same gurgled message.
                I’m waiting…
                What’s your secret?

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