8 - SCARLET FEATHER, JOAN GRANT, A FAR MEMORY BOOK - DARK SMOKE

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Joan Grant was born in England in 1907, her father was a man of such intellectual brilliance in the field of mathematics and engineering that he was appointed a fellow at Kings College whilst still in his 20ies.
Joan was largely home educated and she felt that as a child, she learned more at the after dinner conversations between her father and his fellow scientists then from her Governesses or traditional schooling.
Joan was a seer - she was able to remember much of her many lives and here she is describing her journey as Piyanah with her cousin Raki who was the son of her mothers sister and no one knew who his father was.
Piyanah learns in the first chapter that her father is the Chief of a native American tribe . Joan was already a well known writer in the 40ies, admired for her historical accuracy - but then it was not mentioned that these books are her own far memories.
Here we go on to the story of Piyannah and Raki adopted son of her sister and we learn about the 'Before people' to be seen at full moon shining on the pond in a secret place..This chapter is about Piyanah and Raki determined to establish their own little tribe.... they do not want to be separated for 7 years (which is the time they would have to spend learning about the skills of the opposite sex)
We are in another story now....funny enough there are parallels... as far as i can see anyway but then...each has their own thoughts about these times..

8 - DARK SMOKE

To me it feels like we are again in times of incompressible rules and regulations...and no decent chief around ...in fact the world is full of Muppets. the who being a large problem...and the un...i shall not write it in capitals because....even though corpes are written in capitals these organisations do not deserve big letters.....

excuse the sniffel but i am getting over a cold, as i am very rarely unwell, i take this as a lesson .

heike or highkey - whenever possible

heike2020@protonmail.com

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