r. nuñez

I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.

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Number 98’s Last Ride
a month ago
The longer the shadows become in my life, The colder the breeze seems to be. The days roll on by… still I can't quite believe That someone's not waiting for me. ~ Justin Hayward Part 1 Chuck snapped t...
Secured in the Shadows
2 months ago
The 8th Day The man and the woman walk hand in hand through the primeval forest. The larger leaves of the foliage glow as if the light permeating through them is their own, but it is the light of day ...
The First Shaman
2 months ago
of the past I The sensors on the exterior of the Proto I sent a signal into the thinking machine. The thinking machine clicked and hummed, and it shot a stream of light into the receptor of a dormant ...
The Air Apparent
3 months ago
All things sometime must turn into dust, but nothing ever becomes nothingness. Preface to the Modern Era In a time of long ago, the people of the planet used jars for all sorts of things. The very fir...
Remember What Might Happen
3 months ago
About the Micropolicians It is a panel of eleven. Someone is thinking. The little people are hardly more than insects. We have found them to be rather irksome at times. We start to drill a well, we be...
The Ultimate Weapon
4 months ago
Professor de Las Islas drew on his pipe and scrutinized the ancient stone relic before him, now finally in the privacy and security of his own home. After a brilliant career in archaeology, he had sto...