The Saga of ‘A Matter of Remembering’

Snow covered roads tend to slow down traffic in the Foothills of the Poconos. It took more than the previous Thanksgiving Day turkey wishbone to grant better conditions. College towns emptied during the holiday break, usually left a few strays who found refuge in the neighboring town. A Peace Pipe laid next to the turkey, marking its place as the common centerpiece. The year 1969 broke the record for strays both human and animals. College students lingered, as they process the news of an event coming that summer.  Some type of happening and each young adult planned to get involved.

Taking the peace pipe down from the cherry wood bookcase, she blew the dust off it, before dusting it with a cotton cloth.

“So many years we greeted them. They just came to share their experiences and hear others about those days, when life became a Matter of Trust. Now, it changed into a Matter of Remembering. “

He nodded in agreement to her comment and sensed the pulse of the fear beat in her veins. A hopelessness eased their eyelids down, as they begin to wonder, who would remember?

Shaking off the destitute clawing at her body she walked towards the dining room and placed the peace pipe on the long table, before entering the kitchen to check the turkey. Their guest would arrive in a few hours.

“I’ll check the__”  She started to tell him, as she passed the cabin window, but stopped and blinked her eyes.

“No. No. Please, not this.” She quivered as she glanced back outside and watched the sun-filled sky turn into a grey mist, with creeping, choking vines moving out of its center.

Tears flooded down her faces, as a singular cloud scribe one word. Death.

Is the prophecy here? Did we fail our mission? Where are the people who kept the memories? Where are people who kept trust? Daniel asked as he held her tight in his arms, while they both looked at the killer vines.

“2018 cannot be the year of the Apocalypse?” Kathy whispered to Daniel.”

A memory flashed and brought him hope. “It’s not too late, Kathy.”

“Perhaps it is, Daniel.”

“Here.” He reached into his tattered faded out blue jean pocket and places a penny sized crescent shape rose quartz into her hands, and whispered, “Crystal Rainbow a teardrop fell.”

Kathy turned around to leaned into her mate’s shoulders and cried while embracing the crystal.


he whispered traveled beneath the Poconos and reach the Lost Chord of the Crystal Enchantment of Artistic and Land Dwellers Continent. Guy and Rebecca received the message, as their crystal stream wept the colors of a fading rainbow.

“It’s Real. It’s not a dream. Let’s go and bring our villa with us.”

Putting his arm around her delicate framed laced bone shoulder, he kissed her. “I guess it’s time to meet Earth. We can be ready within a day’s break. Time to call the others who are to participate in this journey.”

“Thank you, Guy. I’ll meet you at the Crystal Emerald Ocean.”

“Hurry”, both said, as they took opposite paths to inform those who would come.

Author: hippieghostband

Jasmine Renee Abbott is a paranormal romance writer, whose twist is, she threads her own experiences throughout the book. Rich in beyond the veil experiences throughout her life, she has a lot of material to share with us. Jasmine Renee Abbott is also the Medium for the spirit group called Hippie Ghost Band, who she occasionally channels through Facebook live videos. Jasmine Renee Abbott is the author of these publications, which can be found on Amazon.

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