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The Beginning of Light – by Kelly Krogman!

Rainbow Tales
The Beginning of Light

a point of light winked into, once. it cast about, illuminating choices.
other lights saw this and were amazed.

“how can a light shine forth?”, they asked.
“light is to be guarded at all costs. it must remain held within until it exists in name only.” the other lights proclaimed. some even gathered around the point of light. their light cast flickering shadows on. pulling close to the point of light, they began absorbing from the point of light’s castings. as they did this, their own light grew stronger. strangely, the stronger their light became, the more it cast back upon themselves. as it turned inward, their light transposed into unsettling shades of darker light.

the point of light was puzzled.

how was it possible to be light yet shed darkness?

why would it take light to create light?
did not light come from within?
did this not defy its very nature?

the point of light vexed much and considered often while the Goddess watched, concerned. the Goddess had shed many tears watching her children so she was well practiced in the art of instruction. She knew the paradox the point of light faced forbid easy solutions.

the goddess said to the point of light, “An It Harm None, Do As Ye Will.”

the point of light gazed at the Goddess. Her words were Serene yet Enigmatic. Truth shone from them in steady Power, bold shades deep with Confidence & Wisdom.

the point of light cast into Truth and was enabled. rainbows coalesced. the other points of light paused. the light they were absorbing had changed and they could no longer transpose it as they were accustomed. they cast about frantically, hoping to recover the familiar hue. they found instead hues of all saturations and values. they found uncountable choices and even choices within choices. this was the True nature of light, they realized. even as this dawned on them, their own light transposed rainbows too. they no longer required the sustenance of light as their only means of creating light.

the point of light cast about, harming none.

then it chose into the rainbows and began.

Written by Kelly Krogman!

Phoenix Knight - by Kelly Krogman

Phoenix Knight - by Kelly Krogman

Froggles – The Story of How They Came to Be. lol

So my roomy is about to cut up onions.   I see him with some bright green lab goggles…and I says…* just put the onions in water*.  I’ve done it, they don’t burn your eyes that way.  So he trusts me and does this.

Now he is sobbing and wearing green goggles to cut the rest of the onions.

I got pix to prove it.  Now since they are green, I called them frog goggles.  Now they are froggles..and my friend suggested I paint a frog on them.  So I did.  lol  No end of hilarity over here…..

I need to go out more.  lol

Froggles in the making

Froggles in the making



The Original I tried to copy!  green-cartoon-frog-waving-thumb3131641

The Original I tried to copy! green-cartoon-frog-waving-thumb3131641

Final Coat of Paint!

Final Coat of Paint!

An Ostara Tale II – by Kelly Krogman

An Ostara Tale II

The Forest wept with salty rain, heat drenched and thick. He stepped into the clearing, shaking moisture from his cloak. Hearing his footfall, she allowed herself to be seen. As if a mirage, she shimmered into. His breath caught, almost frozen in his chest, but not quite. Laughing softly, the Goddess smiled from within a moon waxing stronger with every heartbeat. His eyes were like windows into infinity and relentlessly, they sought truth.

She met his gaze with equal clarity. “I am,” she said, the slightest anticipation betraying her calm demeanor.

A single tear drifted down his cheek. His eyes remained fixed upon her, as if not blinking would fix this moment forever. His armor glowed softly in the eldritch light, each battle etched in fire. Eyes sealed upon eyes, he dropped slowly to one knee.

“M’Lady,” he murmured, almost as if to an unseen audience. “I know thee not. I know only thy ways.”

“Our ways are one,” came the reply, dancing upon countless wings. “What do you seek?”

“I seek a heart as mine,” said the Wanderer, remembering days of thunder when it seemed only sleep would release him from the prison that was. “May my Quest end here,” he rasped, thick with the exhaustion of a thousand pointless melees. Dropping his gaze, he focused on the sweet earth beneath him. Life flowed across the forest floor in rainbow waves and silent streaks.

Brightest laughter greeted his words and, struck mortally, the battered Knight raised his eyes to hers again. Her smile met him with the timeless innocence of the maiden, the loving strength of the mother, and the sage confidence of the crone.

“I am yours,” she whispered, faerie-fire flickering softly across her silken countenance. “Your Quest ends here, tonight.”

A gasp escaped him as his eyes grew wide. Doubt battled hope again as his shattered heart begged release from the anticipated sacrifice. Knowing this, the Goddess reached forth and laid her hand on his pain.

Touching a finger to his lips, the Goddess said, “Fear not, for I protect all who walk my path.” Faith, strength and courage flooded his being in wave after brilliant wave. He knew, deep within that this moment had never been in question. Only fear and self-doubt had blinded him from the maiden’s presence all along. He cast towards her again, filled anew with grace. She rested before him, confident and serene. Rising up, he crossed the remainder of the clearing with a stride born of clarity. He offered her his hand, open and warm. There was no longer any doubt. Only purpose remained.

“Here,” he said with a voice that bespoke an inner play of joy and love. “Our Quest begins.”

Her eyes shone with diamonds as she too found a single tear winding down her silken cheek. Meeting his hand with her own, she rose as his equal. Touching his lips to her solitary pain, he murmured, “I have always loved you…” and together they shimmered into, united again.


An Ostara Tale I – by Kelly Krogman

An Ostara Tale I

The wanderers came across a clearing, infinite with mirrors. Casting about, they struck a faerie fire, dark and wonderful with potential. There they cleansed a new pentacle and blessed it – a molten slab of dwarven steel cast into oak, shimmer-silver pentagram twinkling from an eternity grounded into meadow rich with possibility. Then suddenly, the mirrors vanished and became a garden and at once, a Phœnix erupted from the fire and was reborn! The wanderers rejoiced, for was this not Ostara? Much laughter and merriment followed as twinkling eye and cheerful song rang bright into the forest. They supped on cakes made by the hand of the Goddess and the Lord himself blessed their ale! What a joyful time of year, to discover wings, a stout pair of boots and the light of Athena all at once!


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