“Where were you and where are you going? Here I built the ruin in the stone-crushed. Sage leaves my hands scented as long ago. When I liked to press the desert against my head to think”. – Dan Beachy-Quick
“Testimony – Evidence or proof provided by the existence or appearance of something”.
When we were boys of youth, we found a secret, a rock filled wall, and tunnel that led away and yes, I know it is time to tell a secret; the moonlit ruins are calling me back today.
They came to be under moonlight, a ray a world time away, with hallow calling to hallow, what is lost can always be retained. White air it moved between kivas, lovers of smooth rock and clay. A rattle with chips of dried bone broke the silence, in a world lost to time and date. The river ran without speaking, low water a drought of malaise. The tall cottonwood bending toward; looking to cast doubt at its own shade. The tall bluff across the shallow water births the large shadow of gray. The night it could lead to delusions, or render a story or two, there could be a death by the ruins of forever, or a life born in imagination new.
They came to be under moonlight, near a tunnel, a time warp of old worlds and new. One boy could say to another, lets cross the electron tide to take a view. The tunnel it went into a new space, a fourth of dimensional view, a round room centered by an altar, with a well of water beneath its purview. The spirits of the ancient’s cried endeavor. Bring your eyes so wide into the center of our view. By the ruins beneath this center, know what every pure mind would do. It seemed as if the round room grew closer. The fortune of the night at once renewed, for the moon shifted to a small peephole, and displayed all the colors and all the hues.
They came to be under moonlight, the last of testimony, the chosen few. The ruins of old cried out for an attention, one boy looked to the other and made it true. They came forth from the tunnel into the open; they came into the light under the moon. There it was they swore an oath blood given. The ruins would be the secret they knew.
The ruins are a true story, found sometime late in the spring of 1972, by the San Juan River, by my pal Jason and I. Others probably knew of them, but we found no evidence that they did. One summer night in July of 1972, we followed a spot of moonlight there. This is a fragment of our testimony. – 04.17.2018 – דָּנִיֵּאל
I was just thinking it was time for one of your childhood stories and here you are! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you Heather, hopefully not to cheesy. 😉
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Not at all, a lot going on in that young skull of yours! 😉
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Sometimes to much, but I appreciate the kind compliment anyway! 😉
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Any Hardy Boys on the horizon?
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Yes indeed, this might be the start right here! 😉
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🙂 ❤
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A great tale, better told, better than a better tale never told! 😉 I enjoyed this great tale!
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And I like what you wrote. Thank you my friend, you made my evening! 🙂
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Thank you Daniel, I might hang out my writing shingle after that rare tidbit! 😉
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Please do! 😉
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You had me from the first line, boyhood adventure make for the best subject matter. Not much of that is to be had anymore,
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Thank you very much. Happy you enjoyed it! Your right there isn’t much boyhood adventure anymore.
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A great adventure Daniel, a natural good kind, when it was okay to go into the night with ones best chum, and search the darkness. The setting sounds like the best of settings to do so! 🙂
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It was a great setting Dallas, a wonderful place to grow up in. Happy you liked it. I thank you for your kind comment.
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Welcome Daniel, looking forward to reading more about your boyhood adventures!!!
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Dear Daniel, this was lovely, full of a sweet reminiscent, and dare I say as is always the case with your prose, a little deeper meaning leading back to a different world. Well done! ❤ Ruby
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Thank you Ruby, I am happy you enjoyed it. I probably get a wee bit carried away with the nostalgia, but memories always make for good writing material. Especially good ones. Thank you for your wonderful comment.
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Your welcome, I agree nostalgia can get carried away but it has it’s place. ❤
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For a moment I was there Daniel, my best pal and I playing our Tom Swift out, somewhat similar to your Hardy Boys. Great writing Daniel!
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Hi Darrin, Never fear I was a Tom Swift fan as well. 😉 Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Great books from a time gone by, that allowed a boy the opportunity to think of all the great adventures possible in his life. I miss those times!
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Me too Darrin, me too!
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I am not sure if you meant the following line to be referring to memory, “what is lost can always be retained.” but that is the way I took it. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.
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Thank you for commenting. Yes I was thinking of memory when I wrote that line. 😉 I am happy you liked this piece.
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It is a beautiful memory. You are a lucky person to have such.
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This was a wonderful piece Daniel, your description put me right there with Jason and yourself. Great setting and wonderful memory! ❤
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Thank you Jane, I always am flattered greatly to have someone tell me that. 🙂
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This was a delightful read, your exploration of childhood always fills me with the warmest nostalgia.
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Thank you Ginger, sometimes I guess nostalgia is not to bad is it? As always thank you for reading and your wonderful comment.
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I prefer to look at it as history, with a bias, and no I do not think it is necessarily a bad thing! It can be overdone however to one’s detriment if they live entirely in that world. IMHO! 😉
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Post like this always remind me of being the youngest female in a family of boys growing up. The boys had more fun, when it came to adventure. I envied them so, and would beg them to take me along when they went out exploring always to no avail. So I would follow them sometimes! 😉
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Hi Blaire, I would love to hear some of your stories. 😉 Thank you for sharing, Your brothers probably grew to regret not including you. 😉
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I made sure they did. 🙂
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❤ this, it tells a great story. You should expand on it. ❤
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Thank you Lauren, I am actually doing an expanded version, I don’t know when yet. Will be another one of my Hardy Boy events. 😉
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I would have enjoyed being with you lads, could have been, we are about the same age, instead I was getting my head knocked about in boarding school, a whole different set of stories there. This is the reason I love these types of tales, I can live what I did not have. Thank you Daniel!
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Thank you Stafford for sharing, I would imagine boarding school must of sucked, however I bet there were some great adventures all the same. I am sure Jason and I would have welcomed you. I still welcome you. 😉
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A great story my young friend. I hope your library of memories is never depleted for that would be a sad day for me.
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Hi Bill, Never fear my friend, I make stuff up pretty well so when the reservoir runs dry I shall lie. 😉 Thank you for your comment my friend.
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Daniel, I had a well needed chuckle at your reply. Thank you, I can appreciate your humor as well as your writing now.
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Agree with every comment on here mate, this is amazing stuff!
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Thank you Shaun, I appreciate your kind comment, and also I enjoy the title of mate. 😉
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Mate fits you well Daniel! 🙂
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Daniel I enjoyed this post, perhaps like no other, and the reason is, because it spoke to the inner child in me. No matter what happens in life, those moments of adventure, those times we explore the mystery, no matter the age we are, can help. Keep on writing friend, you do a wonderful job. Thank you.
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Thank you Wang my friend for your most special comment. I agree with every word you said, always something to the inner child I say, and it goes a longs ways outside of pop psychology. 🙂
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I agree Daniel, I believe it is aligned with keeping the inner light lit and burning. Have a great weekend friend!
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Well done Daniel, I enjoyed this very much!
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Hi Steve, thank you very much my friend, so happy you enjoyed this.
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I loved this. Your Mother
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Hi Mom, thank you, so happy you liked this and yes I love you. ❤ Your son
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🙂 wonderful Daniel!
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Thank you very much sir! 🙂
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I loved this Daniel a new favorite for me! ❤
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Thank you, I am so happy you liked it.
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🙂
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An exciting tale told in prose. Luv It! Seems you’ve always been a Hardy boy (in a sense) and always will be. Yours truly, Ms. Drew (We found the best haunted house down by the Red River in the prairies))
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Thank you my friend Ms. Drew, I knew you would get it. Yes I have always been a Hardy Boy. I really want to hear that story about that haunted house down by the Red River. You should write about it or tell me about it where I can. 😉 OT: I am working on a new “Whitby Ladies” thanks to you, calling it “The Operas” (I think)
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If I don’t write you about The Red River, I’ll tell you about it during the Susan Art Gown experience!
Surely, I won’t write about it. I am very ladened with many other creatives!
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I am so looking forward to this. 😊
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Hi Daniel, beautiful prose. What do you think, “the moonlit ruins are calling me back today”, is it possible they never stopped calling, just that you were unable to hear the calls? 😉 How do you know of the round room? I hope you’ve been well. ~ Mia
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Hi Mia, I probably was unable to hear, I’m obtuse half the time. 😉 It’s good to hear from you my friend, I have missed you. I will have to think about the round rooms for a little bit, I think it’s connected to the kiva underground Jason and I found, and maybe something else. Wishing you a great rest of the week Daniel
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Daniel, thank you for your kind reply, and the lovely wishes as well. Enjoy the rest of your week too. ~ Mia
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This is an amazing piece of writing, so beautifully composed!
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Thank you, I appreciate you reading and your kind comment.
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My pleasure
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