We still need actors, parking crew and babysitters for Darkwing Manor on Oct. 30 and 31st! Please email if you want to join the fun! The Baroness

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Medford-OR/Darkwing-Manor-and-Morguetorium-Museum/82927642874?ref=ts

www.darkwing-manor.com

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1a76FeV2-Dw

Never mention the word "Addiction," my Warrior Angel.

Today is Cody's 30th birthday. His father, brother and I are feeling a heavy weight on our hearts. We will gather tonight to hang a prayer flag in "Cody's place" under the apple trees at the bottom of the garden, and eat some of his favorite foods. Jarad is planning on a night ride with Cody's bike.
I have been trying to celebrate his rebirth back into the Light, but my faith is shaky, and I still wish him back.
I am asking to release this, and instead, to sing love down onto my path.
"In life's experience, the closest thing to dying might be the act of giving birth. The moment of letting go and giving forth is one of utter freedom and of deep contentment, mystically linked to every other birthing in the Universe. How clsoe it must be to the moment of letting go and going forth, of innocent liberation and deserved calm, mystically linked to every other dying in the Universe.
It is comforting to believe that the moments of greatest transformation spring from the same source, surely another hint of the Divine."
Safe Passages, M. Fumia

Our very good friend, and fellow haunter Dusti Lewars has created a Fan Page for Cody Reuwsaat on Facebook.
Please join us in celebrating his Spirit, on the first anniversary of his death, next Wednesday, February 25th.
With love,
Tim, Tina and Jarad Reuwsaat
http://www.facebook.com/n/?pages/Cody-Reuwsaat/64158608627&aref=3826902

Tomorrow marks the first anniversary of the last time I ever saw Cody. It was Valentine's Day in Portland. His dad and I met him and Maureen for dinner, and he gave me a Flying Monkey Gun. I am so grateful I made the decision to go to Portland that day.
It was the first time I ever met Maureen. I liked her so much and had very high hopes for their future together. The next time I would see her was at Cody's cremation, two weeks later.
I have begun my new life work. I am writing a Power Point presentation about the role of tobacco and alcohol in Cody's death. I will present this for local addiction recovery groups, high school health classes and a county victim's panel. I am also launching a campaign to introduce accountability legislation for negligent smokers who cause damage and death. I am trying to muster the fortitude. It is snowing here, I am a little depressed by it, and I must sit still for two weeks to nurse some phlebitis in my stomach vein .But I am determined to move ahead with this mission, for Cody's sake. His death must not be in vain.


 

Last night we met up with the ZooBombers, to attend the premiere of VEER, a documentary about the bike culture in Portland. We watched Cody ride again. Thank you Greg and Jason, for dedicating the film to his memory. We are honored. 

http://www.portlandbikemovie.com/trailer.asp

I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun & I asked what happened then? & I felt him floating there in the soft dark & finally he said we forgot & I said I never would, but sometimes I do & I understand now why he put his arm around me & said nothing more.

From StoryPeople.

I have news. A healer has told me that Cody's passing was one of some fear, but also relief, for his walk here was a struggle. But mostly he felt surprise, at first that he was going, then  at what he found on the other side. The Portal is nearly closed, but because of our psychic bond, he has told me this.." It is OK, and we will do this dance again, perhaps without the struggle and pain next time, if you learn to open your heart and love unconditionally." For that is why we are all here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Naked she kneels upon the crystalline sands of iridescent desert horizon.

And blindly does she listen to the soft keening of glorious winds.

And blindly does she taste the whisper prayer of light.

And kneeling is her vision lifted unto the touch of Divine upon her brow.

And her memory stirs to the deepening song of her humanity's grace.

Long Gone

The Blues haven't got a clue

Nowhere black enough

Lose a love,  you'll find another.

Lose a child, it shatters your soul,

You lose your future, lose your past.

 

My baby's gone,

Long gone,

Gone from my sight.

The Devil chased him down.

In flames he was purified.

Now I stand at the water and wonder where he's gone.

Sailed away and left us all behind

Drowning in this sea of misery.

My child is gone,

Long gone,

Gone from my sight.

He swiftly walked this Earth 

 A false diety

In beauty and in anger

Kept it hidden from me.

If you asked him he wouldn't say.

 

Didn't recognized what he was

Now I see what I have lost.

All the words unspoken

Join the blackened loss.

 

My son is gone,

Long gone,

Gone from my sight.

 

No innocence. No laughter. No joy

His child, rendered slight;

Again. 

Tell me not that he wrote it.

I will strike at the universe in anger

And helplessness.

It was not finished,

No.

 

My child is gone,

Long gone,

Gone from my sight.

 Long gone, I'll be long gone.

Gone from the light.