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Lightning Crashes – Spiritual Story By Chris Cade

Lightning Crashes

With a thundering and ominous boom, lightning struck fiercely into the redwood tree nearly splitting it in half. As the rain continued to pour, Mother Eagle knew she had but one chance to save her offspring before the tree would no longer stand.
No Kiss for a Dying Man – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

No Kiss for a Dying Man

Bap was scared. She could smell death on her master, who was also her protector. She had been with him now 4 years, since her master rescued her during a rainstorm, when she was separated from her first masters. Her master was an over weight loner, who had no one in his life except Bap, his cocker spaniel. He didn't want to be a loner, but he had a bad self image problem and believed no one would want to spend time with him, so he found ways of making that self fulfilling prophecy come to pass.
Geronimo! – Spiritual Story By Chris Cade

Geronimo!

It is said that all beings are interconnected, and that we only need to tune into the silence within ourselves to truly understand this. Not all of us believe this, however, and Geronimo was one of those people. In his youth he had been a troublemaker as the result of being controlled by his parents and teachers, and he felt generally misunderstood.
The Powerful Wizards of Chattatook – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

The Powerful Wizards of Chattatook

Truth is the source of all power. It is the foundation from which all exist. Since lies are the absence of truth, power does not exist, without the presence of truth. How do leaders who do evil stay in power. The people, being evil themselves, choose their leaders after their own image and being apathetic to their lies and afraid of change, they continue with them. But there are those, who have the power to change evil in this world. Our story begins, in the sleepy land of Chattatook.
The Rainmaker – Spiritual Story By Chris Cade

The Rainmaker

Sitting against this washed up log at the beach, I can't recall the last time I've eaten. My stomach feels like it is eating itself inside out, and my body is weak and weary from all I have been through. I have not shaved in months and the hair on my head has grown long and natty. There is no solace in sight, except for the...
The Medieval Good Castle of Medulla Oblongata – Spiritual Story By Mark Edgemon

The Medieval Good Castle of Medulla Oblongata

Once, in a time that was not, there was a castle of the mind, a good castle in medieval times, which was a time that followed after the least of evil times, which came after the void of evil times, when there was no evil at all. But evil was very present in this time and it was difficult to find anyone who had virtue. The Good Castle of Medulla Oblongata was a refuge for the spiritual and the creative. The castle protected those souls from the empty, vacant spirit, which lay in wait outside.