Come  hither...

Welcome to the All Hallow's Eve post. It's a post about what you want, but cannot touch. It's a post about the temptations that close in on all of us, making us account for our life...and those spirits on the far edge of a dream that lead us from light to darkness. The sky will be full of these spirits and you just might find yourself asking some curvey swath of ghostly vapor--"What sort of spirit are you, anyway?"

 And he or she might look at you and simply reply..."Come along and see."

 Linda's newest.

This brown eyed fairy has a secret she's not going to tell. But she's not shy, and soon.. you'll know why!

Keep checking Linda's site for this one. She's a beauty who says..."Come away with me, because I cannot take you there myself." When you see the painting, you'll understand. I myself, want nothing more than to undo those ties that bind. Come see her at Faeriecon.

The News...

Faeriecon!!! --> November 6-7-8, This will be a party!http://www.faeriecon.com/

Linda on the WJZ Channel 13 Morning Show in Baltimore -- 6.45 a.m. on Monday, November 2nd!!!  GW Zouck thanks Marty Bass and Don Scott -- you guys rock!!!

Rocker of the week...

Deb Callahan can sing the blues like no one's business. Check out her song "Food on the Table" - it plays on her website. Guys have tagged that line in blues songs for way too long! 'bout time for a change. Deb plays a lot of local shows up and down the East Coast so check her out if you can.

Commentary...

The Minister's Black Veil... or (Sermon from the Dead)

Take my hand and watch the spirits rise, half in and half out of the blackened morgue. They rise effortless and float forward, rotted and putridly wrapped in the mold of decaying gowns. Look around you while you still have time…

Be mindful, my children, when you see the living dead. Do not so readily judge them. For we all wear a mask; and the one you wear now will become permanent. So why not love as you want to love? Why must you bind yourself in veils; soft chains of unfulfilled passion? Like hungry souls you roam the earth, moaning like the Buddhist dead. Why must you hide your true longings in life, and then cling to the walls of your grave!

Tonight these spirits will come for you. They come because you did not go to her, alive and standing by an open door; one moment a longing glance, the next she was gone forever. You have made it that all the spirits roaming tonight, scream unfulfilled through the walls of eternity. Witches, wizards, brahmans and gods…all pour forth their chants and incantations; all their silly, flailing prostrations—nothing they or you do can stop them!

All you can do is wait, my child… and listen for their whispering moan. For they come to taunt you for your weakness. They want you to become… just like them.

Parson Hooper 1804-1864

"Now line up for drinks, ye drunken ghosts of Zouck Tavern... What have ye to say!"

"Huzza for Wild Goose! Best beer in Maryland!"

The editor at this establishment suggests the Oatmeal Stout... or to celebrate the season, try their seasonal "Pumpkin Patch Ale"

Now fly, my children, but before you go I ask you this one simple question... just what type of spirit are you...anyway?

PEACE

p.s. - Parson Hooper is the main character in Nathanial Hawthorne's "The Minister's Black Veil". Rev. Hooper didn't actually write that commentary. N.H. is my mentor writer... a shout out to Nat! If you really want a deep short story, try "Young Goodman Brown". It about says it all when it comes to the veil behind all we see.