A Cold Morning Stroll
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Marc Tagliaferri
December 24, 2021
Walking toward our town’s mound.....
Walking toward our town’s mound.....
I felt a sense of pride, joy, and of course humble as pie. As we have stated, we are so blessed at this point in our life and during our travels. It has been truly amazing. As I was walking towards the Christmas lights, you could see the beauty in a small, yet growing town. The mound at the center of the town is remarkable in many ways. It takes me back to the times we hear about when Angola was forming in the 1830s. Now, here we are again as the town is transforming and growing. We can feel with each step that we are not alone. We can feel the souls from the past and present all around us. A shadow appears here or there at times. It is early morning before dawn. A car or two drive past and to go around the mound while going about their own business. They may even get a kick out of an old man, walking in all black or mostly black, talking to what looks like himself. In a prior time in our life, I would have laughed too. Heck, I probably would have even talked some trash, depending on my mood. However, now I get it.
I have taken many pictures around the mound and the surrounding areas over the years. All while I was searching for the pieces to our quest. Many times, I have caught orbs in the camera shots. My favorite one was around the time that we were trying to sort out all our findings, and we had felt a threat to our goal. The thought of failing again in our town is not acceptable. Our goal is to not dwell on past mistakes that were made in Angola. We don’t want to point any fingers. It’s to prove that when the town formed, the man that was unkind and closed-minded was wrong. Actually, he was more than wrong about what he said in 1830 about Angola. It took many years to find our way back to what the town is now becoming. The threat of losing again is pushing us to continue and to get the truth out.
On that day, while I was walking, it was very cold, somewhere in the twenties. I have always worked outside over the years, so cold doesn’t bother me too much. However, the cold weather is not our thing. I have learned to adjust to it, just another process of life. Walking east towards the mound, I saw what seemed like a great picture of the lights coming off the traffic circle. I snapped a quick picture as I strolled along. I couldn’t see the mound in the picture, all the lights were fuzzy. Snow seemed to be falling out of nowhere. I began to get a little mad since not only was it cold, but now I am also out walking in the snow.
I swung my arms at the snow, trying to open up a spot to get a quick shot of the mound. While swinging hard and fast, I snapped a couple more pictures. I stopped along the old building, so I could look at them to see if they were good enough. I was hoping the snow did not mess them up. While looking at the pictures, you could see quite a few snowflakes. It kind of ruined the shot of the mound that I wanted. My next thought was to try and take another picture. I really wanted it to be perfect because the mound is so important to this town. I was looking up towards the dark sky when it hit me, there was no snow anywhere. The sky was clear. It was cold but clear as newly cut glass.
"Standing there, we began to laugh out loud. Then, I apologized to the souls next to us."
Standing there, we began to laugh out loud. Then, I apologized to the souls next to us. We were heading to ask our ancestry, including God, for guidance. I try to speak to all the souls, elements of life and God as a group when I need clarity. Then at times, I have one on one conversations with individual souls. Whether that is right or not, is on us. Laughing again, I leaned up against the brick wall. I have said it many times before, Angola reminds us of Knott’s Berry Farm in Los Angeles, California. I used to love that place. So there I was, being crazy Marc again and talking to the air.
My next thought was, crazy or not, this is awesome. Realizing now what was going on in the pictures, I felt blessed. We had caught orbs of the past souls that were around us. Then, we continued making our way towards the mound. I walked out and stood under the lights to take some more pictures. I even took one of our shadow surrounded by orbs. Furthermore, I snapped a selfie with the peace sign. Some may say I am crazy, but it is not wrong to feel the past and the energy of old souls. It is okay to thank all of them, for their lives, as without any of them, there is no Angola. Really, everything has a history and without it, there is nothing.
A few weeks later, it was Christmas Eve. Today, I took the same walk to our town’s mound. I left early in the morning as my family slept. I needed to clear my mind before the hustle and bustle of the day. Today’s walk was to feel the souls around our great town again. I felt the urge to say hello to Sojourner Truth’s statue and to those that had a part in the history of Angola since the 1830s.
Hello to all the souls around the world that I have not met yet, and to those I may never meet. Every soul matters. That can be hard to accept at times because there are some that I may not like too much. However, that doesn’t mean that they don’t matter, or their souls aren’t great. Honestly, it just means that I am human, and at times I have to stop myself from casting judgement. Growth comes in many forms. We are thankful for all the souls that forged our earth from Cairo, Egypt to the Gaza Strip, to the Garden of Eden to the Sun, and back to the Earth. I believe Father gave us his son, not just to save us and forgive our sins, but to set the stage for the next plateau that we may not see coming, yet. I am very thankful for the birth of his son, Jesus! Merry Christmas Eve to the world and may everyone have a moment when your soul feels Father or whoever you choose to love. It is all connected, as we are all connected. We are the only ones that separate one another, not the Gods or our father, God.
"Stay blessed, stay true to yourself, and always remember, you’re never alone on this incredible journey. Wishing you an abundance of peace, love, and an overflow of good vibes until our paths cross again. Thanks for being a part of this adventure with me. Until next time, Deuces!"
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