Happy Halloween!

I can remember when holidays were such magical creatures, something looked forward to with so much anticipation that they took a life of their own.

We tend to lose a bit of the spirit of the holidays as we get older, but I think that mostly its just that time has a way of changing the activities surrounding those special events, and our roles change right along with it.

I will always love the holidays (as they were) and that includes Halloween.

Carving pumpkins, deciding on a costume and trick-or-treating.

My favorite activity has always been to watch a scary movie (or 2) on Halloween night. I’ve kept this tradition alive for decades now, and I don’t intend to break it anytime soon.

Bring on the full moon.. bring on the night!!

Have a great day and a very spooky night!

Happy Halloween!

-I am Crandew



A field so massive, it can’t help but swallow you sideways before carrying you home.

And who are you, slight one?

Arms outstretched, ferociously caressing the wind in a mad rush as you begin to pick up speed.

I can almost feel the life surge upwards in blue waves, the last of a gentle hobnobbing against an angry world.

Finally, a part of what truly matters in this world as opposed to simply being apart from it.

Take that.. you furloughed dream catcher, you nagging naysayer and tiny star peddler.

We so often tend to think it will just go on forever, don’t we?

Yes, chum.

We certainly do.

Well then.

Those old ways will just have to catalog themselves as best they can.

While time does stroke the habit, speeding up quite gingerly as we grow longer in years, it also tends the sheep.. slowing down at such odd moments.

Reminds me of a slinky walking down an elder staircase. Click, zip, clink.

Such an odd thing to be reminded off, but then.. the mind wanders where it will.

From wheat fields to baluster steps to silly old toys.

Whatever in the world?


Whatever indeed.

Enjoy each day chum.

-I am Crandew


Societal Reflections

Before you drift into unconsciousness..


This barrage of information, a rising mountain of lies along with the nonstop push and pull of misdirection.. is ongoing, my friends.. and shows no sign of ever really slowing down.

A fourth turning is a certainty at this point.


We are living through a crisis period, one that will redefine humans once again. Life as we know it is dual/duel by nature and always in motion.


Our path as it lays out now is that of a water wheel.

We are to be dunked in the river with no hope of emerging on the other side.

We are living through a crisis period.


Stay frosty.

-I am Crandew


Gray Champion

An old bearded man dressed in old-fashioned gray clothes emerges from the crowd.

“Long, long may it be, ere he comes again! His hour is one of darkness, and adversity, and peril. But should domestic tyranny oppress us, or the invader’s step pollute our soil, still may the Gray Champion come”


Twenty yards away from the soldiers, the bearded man stops and holds his staff before him like a weapon.

He stands straight and with great dignity and yells out one word: ”Stand!”

He is so authoritative that the drums hush and the advancing line stops.

Where is he?

Where is Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Gray Champion?

He won’t be coming this time I fear.

-I am Crandew



The sirens wail can now be heard even from deep behind the city walls.

Misery has become such an unbearable weight,  an accumulation of sorrow and terror that has quickly pushed itself outward as it covers then uncovers everything in its wake.

The world’s misery gone rogue.

A world gone mad, indeed.

What is to be done?

What becomes of us now?

The steadfast days of glory are giving way to sheer panic. We are left mute, all left blind to a truth that permeates this land.

We lost the war.

It’s over.

City walls will protect us no longer. Fear grows quicker now each day, like a cancer across the land, even as the sirens wail invades.

A massive hoard as yet unchecked or stymied.


Drowning in the world’s misery, treading water in a lake of fear.

The truth of it all is that there is nothing that can be done to halt it. No heroes remain to ride in and save the day.

The day has already ended and ended quite badly.

We lost.

Game over.

-I am Crandew


Darkest Winter

Buckle up buttercup, the cold dark days are back with a vengeance.

It’s not just that winter is here again either.


This time things are very different, life is very diffent and I think we all know that.

Can’t you at least feel that things are a bit wonky even if you can’t nail down exactly what’s off or what’s really going on?

I think we’re about to see something we’ve never seen before.

How will we know?

When you hear the main stream media switch from talking about more lock-downs and rising case numbers to something called the great reset, you’ll know the plan is in motion.

The great reset is a globalist phrase used to signal the end of life as we knew it. It will usher in the long march toward our eventual slavery into their brave new world.

Notice how I said their new world.

That’s because I want no part of any of this.

I just want to be free.

Unfortunately, everything happens for a reason.

This year has been unfolding exactly as it did in Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged (1957), just swap out energy shortages for pandemic. The results have all been the same.

Madness, I tell ye.

I want no part in this modern day, high tech slavery state that is emerging.

I really doubt that anyone will, but as far as I can tell nobody is stopping it.

Why is nobody stopping it?

Anyway, just a little bit of winter madness to chew on.

-I am Crandew



Two Bears never offered up a straight answer.

No, instead he would dance around the subject as if it were on fire.

He would drop small, tattered pieces of cloth on the ground for you to retrieve, and all of it on your own.

It was his way and the way of so many things to come.

I can just make out a faint rumble, something hairline and shaking furiously far below my feet.

Movement that hides itself in its wake, but stands perfectly still on its return.

How odd a thing.

‘Sins of yesteryear’s eventually find us on the morrow.’

Right, Two Bears.

Whatever you say.

‘One by one, they will return themselves to the ground.’

Pieces of cloth, indeed.

Standing perfectly still, I tried closing my eyes this time and the rumbles returned for a moment.

That’s it.

I think I know what you’re trying to tell me, I blurted out.. but it was too late.

Sparks had lit the skyline to the east, revealing that Two Bears was gone again.

We travel mostly in crooked lines, causing such a racket.

It overpowers everything around us.

Yet the morning sun has such a way of warming the heart, doesn’t it?

It can push away what matters in lieu of whats to come.

-I am Crandew


Silent At Last

Such strange times we live in.

We’re sitting on the precipice with our feet dangling in the water.

I don’t think I’d trade it for the world though. There’s no telling what crazy thing will be next.

Danger folks, lurking on every corner. Be wary yet be nimble. Be full of cheer as well.

I like telling people what to do. I could get used to this.

It’s about viewpoints, you know?

It’s true Kevin. You know it’s true.

We all have opinions. We could all probably argue for hours about what’s right and what’s wrong.

In the end, does it matter?

Just what do our opinions really count for?

Apparently they must carry some weight, since social media everywhere has gone nuts with the censorship.


Hold on to your convictions and say what you want.

-I am Crandew


Rose Petals

We haunt this ruin, you and I.

Strangers to the last, casting shadows recklessly across wicked days. These days that remain anathema; having gnawed their way out, they still find their way back to the grave.

Hefty days for sure, largest I’ve seen in a millennia. Heck, if there was a scale big enough, I’d say throw that puppy on it and lets see what we’ve got there.

But alas, we have no scale.

I’d like a big one too Jimmy.

Who wouldn’t?

Enjoy what’s left of your big fat day!

-I am Crandew