There's a lot I think about, from back in the day, from when the dusty road that led to the farm was not only a means of travel but also a means of connection. Connection to a life outside of the weird, the troubled, and the oddities that plagued our own personal world.
It doesn't surprise me that people scoff at the strange or perhaps some might say the paranormal. I've often talked before about not knowing for sure whether the events on the farm were really paranormal or some other manifestation. One thing I do know though, is it was not simple imagination. That's usually the "go to" thing for disbelievers, an over active imagination. Yeah, right. My imagination created lights, and opening doors and visions of a little old woman.
Disbelievers are simply not informed (through no fault of their own) or closed people. People who have perhaps never observed anything remotely close to unexplainable events. They rely on science or their own strong closed belief system which does not open doors to the kinds of things that lurk in the silent woods or on the haunted farm. If one never acknowledges them then they do not exist. There can be protection in this approach. For when one looks deep into the eyes of something...anything....that thing is looking back into your eyes. You open yourself to it and that can be dangerous.
Oh, if I could have lived as a disbeliever, I might have very well done so. Disbelievers never spend any time wondering, or questioning, or figuring out what lurks behind the bramble bushes of the lane. They don't have to. I didn't really have that option as there were just far too many things to "look the other way."
Now some disbelievers, (and actually some believers) can be destroyers. What are destroyers? They are those that "influence" things so much that the thin line between survival and crazy gets pushed just a little too much. Destroyers destroy the safety net that has been so carefully constructed so that one can survive in a slightly crazy, always unpredictable world. Some mean well, they attempt to guide or influence and in the process end up making one question their own sanity. That's why we seldom openly discussed the bizarre nature of our home place.
Believers that are destroyers are those that push in the opposite way. They want to know details, the want to "live" what you are living, they become obsessed with your experiences and in doing so they push you deeper into the chaos. Sometimes it's hard to find your way out. Balance is always necessary when you are walking a thin line.
Then there are seekers. Seekers work to understand without immersing themselves in it to the point of "crazy". Again balance is key and a certain sense of holding onto normalcy. Seekers are seeking for information, understanding, for plausible explanations. They close the door on no possibility and in doing that they create an energy flow of connections. I never had a seeker in my life. I wish I had because as time passed there were so many times a objective sounding board would have been a good idea. But I am a seeker, a historical seeker, weaving together folklore, observations, readings, family tales and anecdotal evidence in an effort to comprehend that which seems incomprehensible.
Welcome to the Silent Woods
The Silent Woods are part of the saga of the haunted farm. The eerie quality of the woods both alluring and sinister. I think they represent the development of an oracle deck quite nicely. They "speak" in their silence in much the same way a good deck does. They cause one to pause and contemplate direction. The Journey Deck is a personal deck and as such its development is a personal endeavor. It is not really a venture to produce and publish a deck. Simply a way of celebrating a history that includes some quite unique and interesting aspects. I mean when you grow up on a haunted farm...there's just a whole lot of stuff that happens in life...and as a woman of "age" I think it is a wonderful way to pass down family history and leave a "mark" so to speak.