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ONE DAY IN EDEN August 18, 2006

Posted by Mindsinger in THE MINDSINGER SINGS.
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ONE DAY IN EDEN C.2006

 Reptilian scales glistened like diamonds, rubies and emeralds in the purity of Eden’s Light..

Flowing through the dappled sunlight, it rippled along the branches until it clung with sharpened claws just above her head.

Jewel eyes held hers with such ageless knowledge
that she put down the lilies she’d been holding and gazed back.

 “Who are you?” she asked.

 “Whoever you want me to be,” Serpent answered.

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve seen,” she whispered, “and I’ve lived here a long time.  Why have I not seen you before?”

 “Ah,” Serpent breathed, “I’ve been here.  Watching.  Wondering about you.” 

“Wondering?  Did the Man name you with the others as He brought you by?”

 “Oh, yes, he called me Serpent.  But I am more than that.  I can give you anything you desire.” 
Reptilian scales glistened as Serpent’s body caught the sunlight.

“Desire?  What is desire?”

“Wanting.  I can give you what you want.”

 “But I have everything.  Nothing is denied us here.”

“Everything?  Did He say you could have everything?”

 “Well, He did warn us about this tree.  It’s in the very center of the Garden and it is very lovely, isn’t it?”

“It is very lovely.  And the fruit is ripe and luscious. Why won’t He let you have it?”

 “He says if we so much as touch it, we will die.”

 “Then, why are you here?”
Reptilian scales glistened as the Serpent’s tail flicked lazily in the air, knocking a leaf from the tree.

 “I was curious.  I wanted to see what it looked like.  But I won’t touch it.” 

“I’m touching it.  And I’m still alive.”

 “You are.”

 “Are you sure you understood Him?  If I am alive, surely YOU won’t die if you just touch it.  See how beautiful the leaves are!”
Reptilian scales mirrored the sun and gave back Eden’s light in rainbows of iridescence.

 “Here, I’ll pick some leaves for you so you won’t have to touch it.  Feel how soft they are against your skin.  See, you did not die from the touch.  Nor will you die from eating the fruit.  I know a secret I’ll share with you, and with your partner over there.  Come closer, the both of you.”
Reptilian scales glistened as Serpent plucked the fruit with emerald claw.
“If you eat this fruit, your eyes will be opened and you will know all things, just like He does.  He doesn’t want that, you know.  He wants all this for Himself.  He doesn’t want you to become gods! One bite is all it takes.  One bite of this delectable fruit and you will know all the secret things of the universe!”

 “It is beautiful and so fresh.  Thank you.  Here, my husband, taste the power of its flesh.   

Reptilian scales glistened in the purity of Eden and Serpent slipped aside into darkness.

 “See, husband, we are not dead.  Don’t you feel refreshed and powerful?  Do you feel like a god?  Do you feel the power of knowledge? 

 Reptilian scales glistened as serpent watched the two fill their arms with fruit and turn away to feast.  He had accomplished a feat no other creature had even attempted.  Creation was spoiled. The bond was broken.  Man had become his own god.  Maniacal laughter echoed through the holy place.

  With fruit lifted to her lips, the woman heard and Truth flooded reality. She looked at her husband. Juice dripped from his lips in crimson rivulets, running down his nakedness.  She looked down at the stain spreading over her breasts.  Wild-eyed, she grasped the first leaves that came to hand, scrubbed at the stain, and covered herself.  Seeing her fear mirrored in the eyes of her husband, she broke off branches from the Tree and gave them to him.

 Reptilian scales glistened in the purity of Eden.  For one moment Serpent would maintain his place as the most crafty and beautiful of all living creatures.  One moment to walk the earth on powerful legs.  One moment to scorn the earth beneath his feet.  One moment to feel the cool of the day on his back.

 “Adam.  Where are you?”

Addendum to WINDFALLOW CHRONICLES July 11, 2006

Posted by Mindsinger in THE MINDSINGER SINGS, THE WINDFALLOW CHRONICLES.
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For those of you who followed the url I gave you in the last post, I apologise for taking you to an affiliate sign-up page at RegNow!  I have two urls in my passwords file, and I posted the wrong one!  THIS is the one that will take you to the order page!  Have fun!

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WINDFALLOW CHRONICLES; THE GREAT BELL July 6, 2006

Posted by Mindsinger in THE MINDSINGER SINGS, THE WINDFALLOW CHRONICLES.
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The first book in the Windfallow Chronicles has now become an ebook!!  I’ve been working on this since the first of March. This is quite an accomplishment for a member of the senile citizens age group!  One down and four to go!  The next three will be put into the system as soon as possible.  The fifth will have to be finished now that I can devote time to that instead of racking my poor right brain with techy stuff.

THE GREAT BELL begins the story of the tiny planet, Windfallow, where angels are visible, man never sinned and the common building materials are gemstone.  A demon, the Jackal, has discovered the planet and seeks to seduce it as Satan seduced Earth.

Zach Thomas, though what he perceives as an ‘accident’ comes to Windfallow and becomes a hero by helping the fallowfolk understand the mind of humans.  The book is illustrated using images from Sergey Pronin’s Glowing World screen saver which may be purchased at www.xgraph.com.

ebooks are wonderful electronic books which can be downloaded to your computer and read from your desktop or on a hand held reader.  I was skeptical when I first heard of them, picturing a tiny-print page that was hard to read.  Not!  It’s actually like having a real book on your screen, turning pages and all.

To read an excerpt from the book and or purchase a copy, just go to

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you can copy and paste this into your browser.

Let me know what you find and what you think of it.  I will be answering questions about the books and would love to hear from you.

THE MIGHTY MOREL April 20, 2006

Posted by Mindsinger in FAMILY STORIES.
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In our refrigerator lies a bag of mushrooms.  A young friend who knows John and I can no longer range through the woods and meadows hunting the luscious morel, put them in John's pickup.  

For those poor souls who have never eaten a morel, what can I say?  They are the Truffel of the midwest, the treasure that sends hundreds of 'mushroomers' into the woods every April.  No mushroom you can buy in the market tastes like a morel.  Close, maybe, but no cigar.

There are four types of edible mushroom found in Indiana woods and meadows.  The yellow and grey sponges – so named because their texture resembles that of sea sponges – the snake head – a smallish black 'head' growing atop a long stem – and the elephant ear – a plate-shaped mushroom that can grow quite large.  There's another I can't remember the name of, but it grows into a perfect round white ball.  You slice and fry it like morels, but it has a very bland flavor somewhat like button mushrooms you find in the market.  Ah, puffballs! that's the name,  They can grow as large as a basket ball, but I'd rather not mess with them.

But the morel!  My net-friend, Alyce, in New York was aghast when I told her we ate wild mushrooms.  And lived.  "Do you have any really weird dreams?" she asked.

My older sister, Jackie, was an inveterate mushroomer.  She used to live where we do now and I remember visiting her and being taken – albeit reluctantly – mushrooming.  I could not see the mushrooms unless she pointed them out.  I generally came back with wildflowers that wilted before we reached the house, pretty rocks or maybe a turtle.  She once wrote in to a my newspaper column, The Corner, telling the readers about my mushrooming prowess.  "The only way she could find a mushroom was if I gently bent her over and placed her hand on one…  I used to have a favorite spot where morels grew in outrageous abundance.  One trip with Donna and the patch disappeared never to grow again." 

The wild mushrooms are taken immediately to the house, roots cut off, sliced in half, and placed in a big pot of salted water.  Soaking brings to the surface any bugs  that might have been residing therein. After soaking, they are lifted into a colander and rinsed thoroughly (or not, depending on how hungry we are).  Dredged in flour, they are fried in a mixture of oil and butter until golden brown.  The best meal is fried potatoes and scrambled eggs with the mushrooms.  The potatoes and eggs are included mainly to fill up the spaces left by finishing the morels.

The season of the mighty morel lasts just long enough to make us hungry for the next.  Generally after two or three 'messes' our tummies rebel at all the gustatorial festivities and we're ready to move on to strawberries. 

But that's another story.