the gypsies' journey...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - following the path of the sun and the trail of the stars to worlds known and unknown from yesterday and today into tomorrow -

this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real -
imagined and/or real - a STREAMOFCONSCIOUSNESS telling of my own personal thoughts feelings experiences - interspersed with words and images of others - with things defined by most as PARAnormal which - for me - all my life - have been PERFECTLYnormal -

SO come along with me and we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories around the campfire - together -

THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD

My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]
Showing posts with label murder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label murder. Show all posts

Monday, October 18, 2010

voices from the fields - and we ain't talkin' cotton -

 fields of white fluff
flecked in twigs of brown
holding up skies of whisperin' strings of dreams
hanging on the old plantation tree
bayous brimmin' with nightmares
of babies born to die in chains
ghosts of dark annie’s red-haired girl child
now runnin' free in the big house
the big house of her sperm daddy
balls of white turned scarlet red
with the blood-fingers of those starvin' chained souls
waters turned stagnant from closed minds and hearts of stone
epithets of brown skinned souls etched
into tree trunks by the noose round their neck
spirits swing there in the silence of their crimes
murder by any other name
murder still
nothin’ civil ‘bout a civil war
rivers run red
from crimes of the bed
all those hopes now laying dead
with babies born but never fed

rivers run red
bodies of white
held by brown arms already dead
ain’t none of it never ‘nough
murder by any other name
murder still while
rivers run red

and we ain’t talkin’ cotton

for those of you who've not seen this over at gypsywomanworld, i share it here because it seems to fit here, as well - this piece was scribbled in my notebook literally as i drove through the cotton fields of arkansas on my recent trip - there is no editing from the original words - no particular format of "poetry" here - just a rambling stream of consciousness arising from the spirits speaking from those timeless fields of slavery - 
 

Thursday, August 27, 2009

the legend of lucy keyes...

speaking of ghosts - did anyone see the LMN movie about lucy keyes tonight? the thing that caught my attention was that it was based upon a true story - afterward, i couldn't resist googling the name and this article dated february 4, 2005 popped up -

The Legend of Lucy Keyes

By John Stimpson


Julie Delpy and Justin Theroux, stars of the forthcoming The Legend of Lucy Keyes movie.

The following story is true:

Robert Keyes and his family moved to Princeton, Massachusetts in 1751. They purchased a large tract of land, some 200 acres, on the southeastern slope of Wachusett Mountain.

On April 14, 1755, Keyes's daughter Lucy, who was 4 years old at the time, followed her sisters to fetch some sand from Wachusett Lake. Lucy never returned from the lake. She vanished in the woods that day never to be heard from again.

The towns-people made every effort to find the girl. Search parties combed the woods, the lake was dragged, all to no avail. Martha Keyes, Lucy's mother, was pushed to the edge of insanity by her grief over losing her daughter. Every evening she searched the woods calling her daughter's name.

Martha died in 1786. She never found Lucy.

Several years after the deaths of both Martha and Robert Keyes, a letter was found describing, in gruesome detail, the murder of little Lucy Keyes. The letter was from Tilly Littlejohn, the Keyes's hermit-like neighbor, who was furious over a property line quarrel with Keyes. To cleanse his dying soul he admitted on his deathbed that he found the girl, Lucy, in the woods and killed her by hitting her on the head with a rock. He then stuffed her body in a hollow log and waited until nightfall to return and bury her body under an uprooted tree.

Many people believe that Martha Keyes still haunts the wooded hillsides of Wachusett Mountain calling, "Lu - cy… Lu - cy.” And witnesses still experience the spirits of both Martha and Lucy Keyes to this day.

The Legend of Lucy Keyes is the subject of a full-length motion picture currently in post production starring Julie Delpy (Before Sunset, American Werewolf in Paris) and Justin Theroux (Mulholland Drive, Charlie’s Angles Full Throttle). The film was shot entirely on location on and around Wachusett Mountain in Princeton, Massachusetts -- the site of the actual haunting.

Recent email from a witness to the spirit:

Hello...

I saw the TV show, Chronicle (channel 5) and was interested in your Web site, having hiked Wachusett Mountain many times.

Once at your site, the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got the chills. My hiking boots have spent many hours exploring the trails on that mountain. Many years ago hiking alone, I thought I heard a name being called. A breeze was blowing through the trees that day and the weather was favorable. Figuring it was just weird, I stopped and rubbed my ears. The calling went on for another 60 seconds. It sounded like the name was riding on the wind, drifting though the trees. (The general area was somewhere on the side where the visitor's center is located.) Figuring I was just hearing things, I kept hiking. It never really clicked until now.

In the near future, I'll take a trip to the cemetery where Lucy's mother is buried, for nothing more than paying my respects. That's an awful fate to be dealt in life. Horrific by any standards.

Thank you for sharing her story and best wishes on your film.
-John T.

Pictures of spirits haunting our set

Shooting is now complete, but while we were in production we evidently disrupted the spirits at the Meetinghouse Cemetery where Martha Keyes is buried. These two photographs of Julie Delpy, me (John Stimpson), and our crew show some strange phenomenon. Alex Stark and Eric Shade, two local paranormal enthusiasts took these photographs and had them analyzed by Worcester ghost expert and researcher Sean Smith. Sean drew the following intriguing conclusions:


Filming shot #1

"In the picture labled [Filming shot #1] (see above), there does appear to be ectoplasmic vapor of a spirit by the wall (between the tree and the young lady in the shawl). With this type of spirit energy it is theorized that the spirit is at rest (not moving). This picture is interesting, but I have to say that the picture labeled [Filming shot #2] (see below) is far more interesting. This picture also shows ectoplasmic vapor, but -- more fascinating -- there is also evidence of a portal. A portal being a the doorway between our dimension and the world of the spirits' dimension. If you look closely, at about 11:00 above the head of the lady with the blue hat, you will see a swirling distortion of the tree, grass and headstones. The tree branches are also distorted. By contrast, the right side of the picture is sharper. The dark line across the ground is part of the ectoplasmic pattern. It is connected in kind of a spidery pattern as part of the vapor."


Filming shot #2

There were many other unexplained weather, wind, and sounds that were blamed on Martha Keyes during the shoot. Nothing malevolent though. I think she was just letting her presence be known. It is my belief that she approved of the project, since we stayed so true to the story.

http://www.ghostvillage.com/resources/2005/resources_02042005