VII – The Melody

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The Magick is the melody between — Chapter VI.

The Magick is the melody; Enchantment is the rapture born of hearing it
And to touch Enchantment is to open oneself to all the Chaos of creation.
Though my body is born of flesh, my soul is born of the divine.
Order fashioned my limbs;
Chaos formed the secrets of the hidden mind.
I learn the Magick, and I walk in both worlds,
Enraptured by the melody.

I was born in the mountains, and my voice is strong;
I am the Hawk on the cliff,
The Stag of seven tines,
The Blaze on every hill,
The wide Flood across a plain.
A sage of the forest;
I am the knower of Enchantments and Magick,
Keeper of the secrets of the Sunlit Oak and Shrouded Wildwood.
One hundred years I slept beneath a thorn
Until my feet became roots and the blossoms…

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Army Officer Who Walked His Daughter to School Is Told He Can’t Enter – The Reason Why is Outrageous

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An Army officer who walked his daughter on her first day in a new school was told he could not enter her building, and reason why is unbelievable.

Lieutenant Colonel Sherwood Baker was escorting his daughter into Rochester Adams high school in Michigan, when the man in uniform was abruptly informed that he would not be permitted to enter the premises.And the reason this military officer was given? His uniform ‘might offend people.’

The school security personnel told the 24-year veteran that if he wanted to take his daughter inside the building, he would have to go home and change clothes.

Lt. Col. Baker’s wife Rachel Ferhadson told WJBK, “before he was allowed in, the security guard stopped him and said sorry you’re not allowed in the school. Security told him men and women in uniform weren’t allowed because it may offend another student.”

Army Officer Who Walked His Daughter to School…

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We Can Be Heroes

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Yesterday marked the thirteenth anniversary of 9/11, and like many people, I found myself reliving the horrific events of that terrifying day.  Even after over a decade, the raw emotions resurfaced with every image and news clip that replayed the mass destruction and loss of over 3,000 lives, and I found myself dissolving in tears a number of times, even though I swore I wouldn’t this year.  It was overwhelming to remember, but it remains impossible to forget.

Along with the tragic stories, there were stories of remarkable heroism and simple acts of kindness that provided some light in the midst of the darkness.  The first responders who rushed into the burning buildings when everyone else was racing to escape them, the passengers on the four flights who valiantly fought back when the hijackers hatched their diabolical plan, the medical personnel who treated the wounded, the citizens of New…

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