CHAPTER ONE
A journey through Life, with The Spider
in My Sink, The Mortality of Fame, These Hallowed Grounds, Wing
Ding the Thing King and other thoughtful adventures.
CHAPTER TWO
A journey through Love, with A Cycle of Love, The
Armadillo's Pillow, That Perfect Mate, The Quest and more ways to experience
love.
CHAPTER THREE
A journey through Childhood, with The Forever Child,
Chore Wars, The Wiz That Wasn't, When Rainbows Cry and other childhood
travels.
HANG IN THERE !
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THE QUEST
By Anna Marie Bangs
Under a majestic,
moonlit sky sat an old warrior. Quietly staring into the heavens, he
counted the stars and listened to the songs of crickets carried on the
gentle night breeze as it whispered secrets of life. Suddenly, a star in
the center of the sky began to sparkle with increasing energy and grew
into a blinding ball of light suspended directly in front of the
warrior. He shielded his face with his forearm as he turned his head
away from the glare. From somewhere inside the intense light, a deep,
comforting voice spoke to the warrior.
“Because you are strong and live by your
heart, you have been chosen to complete a dangerous and vital quest. It
is the most important task you will ever fulfill. Do you wish to do
this?” the light questioned the warrior.
“What is it that you want me to do?” he
asked bravely.
“I cannot tell you until you have decided
that you have the will to do it,” replied the voice.
“How can I know I have the will if I do not
know what you ask of me?” catechized the warrior.
The glowing light gave a quiet, yet firm
answer, “It is simple. Either you have the will, or you do not.”
Meeting the challenge, the man stated honestly,
“I am the most bold warrior in our village and I have braved many
difficult things. I have the will to be strong, this I know.”
“Then you will do it?” the voice of the
star asked once more.
“Yes, I will do what you ask,” he said as
he stood to face the luminescent being.
“There is a bird,” the voice began. “It
is the Great Thunderbird of the sky. You must bring me a feather from
its tail by the . . . .
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