Angels and Clúracháns


“So you’re an angel, fine, that’s terrific. Now give me back my shadows.” ~ Peter S. Beagle

“They were on the side of the angels, even if the angels weren’t entirely sure that this was a good thing.”~ John Connolly

“Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wobbling back and forth. Tilting freely, to and fro. One does not like to think that sometimes it is the angel that falls.” ~ Holly Black

“The older I grow the more I become certain that it makes no difference what words we use to tell the same truths.” ~ Marion Zimmer Bradley

It would be easy to go back to sleep, but sleep must be postponed until the afternoon nap, which most certainly will happen. Nothing of great importance will come in the meantime. I’ve got to do a little grocery shopping. Not that I want to put my agoraphobic tendencies smack in the middle of the marketplace on my day off. I don’t want that, but all I have in the pantry and fridge is canned stuff: soup and chili. Yum, right? Nah, it’s just that I need something with more substance. Hey, I might run into a friend to chat with. Small town, don’tcha know. I enjoy many of the aspects of small town living. It’s been 30 years since I lived in a city. I’d moved to Worcester, Massachusetts from Islamorada, Florida, which is nestled about halfway between Miami and Key West. The trail since then has me back in a small town. Now, about the things about small town living that I don’t like? I don’t want to get into that today. My mind is more on angels. Why? That I don’t know. Stuff happens. Of course I knew it would come to this when I decided to take a tack in heading back into New Age territory for a while, maybe longer. Thus the angels. Did you ever meet one? I’m not sure if I have but I met something that might as well have been one, for all practical purposes. Scary stuff. Regardless of what Thomas Jefferson said, I firmly believe that intelligent non-corporeal beings exist. Tom said they were “nothing”. Tom, with all due respect, that is beside the point. Yeh, I believe in faeries as well. What about leprechauns? Ya gotta be careful with those guys, like watch what ya say and stuff. And then you have clúracháns. Some folks say that a clúrachán is simply a leprechaun on a drinking spree, and yet they and their cousins, the leprechauns, are said to be immortal. How the heck can you stay drunk that long? That’s easy. When you are a non-corporeal being you don’t have a liver. Whatever. Other than all that, it’s about the angels today. I’ve felt them whispering about lately. Today the feeling is pretty strong. What do they want? Well, it’s more about what I want. I want to cleanse my doors of perception again, though not to the extent that I did when the NDE happened. That was too much, regardless of my being thankful for it happening. Love and Spirit rule my day. But, please, only in moderate doses. As for romantic love, I don’t text, so that is out of the question. That’s a cynical joke, by the way. It’s all good.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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