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[WEBSITE] Sarah's Blog: sixthofnever.com - found 5/27
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Delusional
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 		Sept. 16th 2006. Scrooged

sarah wrote:


"You will be haunted," resumed the Ghost, "by Three Spirits."

It's not Christmas time, but I certainly have done some serious accounting of my life lately. I've been haunted by the ghosts of my past, by the specter of my future, and today I… I saw…

Its dark brown curls were long and free; free as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice, its unconstrained demeanour, and its joyful air.

Replace "dark brown curls" with "long blonde hair" and there's Wes, long thought dead, sitting in my parlor and having a cup of coffee with Dale and me. Still the same twinkle in his eye, still the same air that every once in a while he steps off our plane of existence and sits in wonder at what he sees. Still the genuine, hearty laugh. We need more laughter like that around here. If I could bottle it, I'd be a rich woman.

I restrained myself from pinching him. Barely. But his hug was solid, and his shoulder damp where I left him a tear. I can certainly understand his desire to leave his troubles behind; I've done running, too, although mine was inward rather than outward. But it's lovely to see his old-soul eyes again. I only hope that he is able to heal the broken heart he left behind.

Man reborn, indeed.

God Bless Us, Every One!


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 		So is it safe to assume that Wes really is Wes?
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PostPosted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 7:43 am
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 		I think so. I would trust Sarah completely now that she's been face to face with him. We don't know anything about the others - and if I'm remembering correctly in CTW1 we had a lot of groups who were after Dale. The "gods" don't want us lowly mortals knowing their secrets. I think Wes is the one who can see between the worlds and the one Simon is looking for.

I think someone mentioned this before but "All of this will soon be gone." might not be a bad thing.

I also think that Sam is the one who has to have her broken heart healed.

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 		Oh, man 09/19/06
sarah wrote:
I finally found the sketch of the sixth mask!



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 		This must be one of those cases where less is more and I don't get it.
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 		I love it!!

The mask of Man is a blank slate. We create our own during our lifetime. How appropriate that it is given to a young person (Meaghan).

[spec] It will have to be broken in some ritual to break this spell of the Wish [/spec]
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 		[update] Sarah's Blog Sad Day Sept 20
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Bad, Sad Day 20Sep06 | Comments Off
There are times when I neglect counting the blessings I have in life, and something happens to drive home to me that I am alive, I am healthy, I am lucky to have what I do. Today was one of those days.

I'm sure most everyone has read the news about the homicide, and homicide it was. Just like that teenaged boy a couple of months ago. The only time someone's head is turned that way is in a movie about demonic possession. And not only that, but Dale found her. Granted, they had not been on the best of terms, but can you imagine finding the dead, twisted body of a person with whom you had spent years of your life with, had laughed with and cried with and had a child with?

Not only that, but the child is now missing?

My sweet little friend is off somewhere, and nobody knows where. I can only hope that whoever killed her mother hasn't run off with her, too. I pray that hasn't happened. I pray it's like the last time, where she was safe and sound. My leaden heart refuses to believe that kind of lightning will strike in the same place again, though. It could be that this is such a shock on top of everything else and my optimism muscle is tired of being exercised, but I'm so desperately worried about her, and about Dale, and about all of us. There's some crazyperson on the loose who's killing people and good heavens, this town is so small that half the people here don't even have keys to their front doors because they never use the locks! A fertile field for a serial killer… and a total shift in perspective for the people here who thought we were so safe, away from all that big city drama.

Please be safe, my little friend. My mind wanders something fierce when I think about all the ramifications.

I saw Wes again today. It was almost comical, really. Something out of a light operetta. I was out watering the plants and heard a "Psssssssst!"

Do people really say "Pssssssst!" still?

Anyway, peeking around the corner was Wes, looking over his shoulder like he thought someone was following him. I want to laugh it off as being silly, but who knows what's silly these days? He sat me down and said he needed to talk about something very serious - and I knew what he was going to say before he even began. Somehow I knew, as soon as I heard he wasn't dead, that he was the one who took the masks. He was the one who buried them. He meant them, and me, no harm. I can't say I'm entirely sure what it was all about, but at least that's one piece of the puzzle cleared up - a big one, like when you're doing a jigsaw and find the piece that connects one big hunk of the picture to the frame. There's something inside me that clicked on a light, and is illuminating what looks like an answer, but I've got to sleep on it and meditate on it before I can glean its meaning.

In the meantime, my friends, I wish you'd join me in saying a little prayer for the soul of Diana, for the comfort of Dale, and for the safety of their daughter: a family torn asunder and desperately in need of all the healing they can get. I am so, so sad and scared for them right now.

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 		[Update] 25Sep06
YARM
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I don't know what caused this little tidbit to burble to the top of my conscious mind like the dying gasp from a percolator that means the coffee is ready. At first I thought I dreamed it, but now I'm not sure. Have you ever had a dream that seems so real that you weren't sure whether it really happened or not? Even in the most horrifying or realistic of my night time wanderings, there's still something that makes you say, "Ah, well I know I can't really fly, no matter how natural it seemed at the time, so I must have dreamt that." And that's that. Only this time, I can't pick out anything that seemed over the top. My heart is trying to tell me it really happened, and my mind says it's not possible. How cliche is that?

An old man came to my home one night. I did not know him, but something within him resonated a chord within me. Kindred spirit, perhaps? He had old eyes, but they were young underneath; he looked exhausted but I'd never seen someone so fundamentally vital. He said to me, "You are special, my child, and only you can help me now. You shall not remember meeting me - no one does - but this time, it is my wish that you must help fulfill."

Of course I hadn't the foggiest notion what he meant, but nevertheless I was a moth drawn to his flame. The glow from the porch light danced in his eyes, twinkling like stars. The longer I looked at him, the more I wanted to draw him and catch him on paper forever. I remember thinking those things, but now, I haven't the foggiest notion what his face looked like. All I have is the impression it left on my own psyche, like a footprint. Faceprint.

He continued, "Six are the masks that you must make, one vessel each for the aspects of belief. How ironic, to hide within such things when the one who threatens all himself wears a mask. Ironic too, that none shall know and you shall not recall the sacrifice I make, but it is the only way."

And he left, and I watched him walk away and went to bed and forgot about the whole thing until now. But create the masks I did, and now grief and guilt rise in me like a tide. Did the seed of the masks plant the poisonous tendrils that stretch today over Aglaura? Could I be responsible for this summer's dead and dying? And even worse, I feel I might have placed my sweet young friend in mortal peril, among many others. What am I to do? How can I possibly undo what I've done?

I have quietly scoffed at Dale's Wish - not the art or the story itself, because it's beautiful, but his notion that the Wish might have been real. Tonight, I'm starting to believe. I need to talk to Dale and Wes. Maybe they can help me make sense of this.

If I never recover another repressed memory, it will be too soon.

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 		[UPDATE] Sept 27
Half-Full, and getting fuller all the time
http://sixthofnever.com/2006/09/27/half-full-and-getting-fuller-all-the-time/
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Half-Full, and getting fuller all the time

Stamped: September 27th, 2006

Last night I had a dream. In it, I was systematically wandering the rooms of my new/old house, one by one, searching for the masks. I had lost them all, but knew they were close by. Upstairs, downstairs, basement, bedchambers to kitchen to bathrooms to storage to closets and back again, I traveled. I think I was flying. In my flying dreams, though, I don't really soar through the air - I just kick off like I'm in the water, and I float above the ground. The dreams in which I'm flying are the best I've ever had. Anyway, I swamfloated all around the house and, one by one, found the masks in various places. Nowhere important, really. One hanging from a shower head. One in a dresser drawer. One in the dryer. One behind the curtains. One in the freezer. But I collected five of them, and was at a loss. The last mask was nowhere to be found. I grew more desperate, wishing that I could soar so I could zoom through the rooms and find it quicker, but my pace was maddeningly slow, like in those dreams where I'm being beat up and try to defend myself but I'm moving through molasses. Every room I checked and checked and triple-checked, and I kept having the feeling that this time, the mask would be right there, and it wasn't, and tears of frustration sprang to attention in my eyes. I cried as quietly as possible, because I swore I could hear the Mask of Man calling to me in a girl's voice, my name a susurration against the living noises of the house: the breeze through the trees, the water through the pipes, the hum of the refrigerator. The voice gradually grew louder, magnifying with my tears. Finally I heard what seemed to be a sigh, and the voice said, "Without belief, all is lost, just as I am, too." I ended up on the floor of the old study, sobbing, exasperated, thinking to myself, "What the hell am I supposed to to, clap my hands to show it I believe?"

Then I woke, and I was still crying.

But sometimes I'm a contrary sort, so despite all that, I've felt better in these last few days than I ever remember feeling. The world around me may be falling apart, but dammit, my center is holding strong. I know that I have lots of work to do on the piece of art that is Sarah - psychical therapy, as it were - but I'm looking forward to it. I see myself as the grandmother of all projects, and I like how I'm turning out, and I can't wait to see what shape I'll carve out in myself next.

And the weather is turning cooler, and the autumn days will bring rust and crimson and golden leaves against the sky, which is so blue it almost hurts to look at. Electric blue. Vital blue. I'm imagining my palette for another painting, full of bright primaries and secondaries. I can't wait for snow!

I've never felt so at peace before. I radiate. At night you can practically read a book from the glow coming from me. Stand next to me to get a tan. I am full of possibilities.

Thank you to all of you for standing shoulder to shoulder with me as I walked through the valley of the shadow of death. Don't think I didn't notice you were holding me up every once in a while. Without you I would have stumbled and fallen there in that dark desert. I would not have made it.

There's just so much to look forward to in life, isn't there?


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 		This doesn't sound good
If I recall - in the original reality before Dale's wish, Sarah was not around. Just a ghost.

This is sounding like a precognitive message.....
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konamouse wrote:
If I recall - in the original reality before Dale's wish, Sarah was not around. Just a ghost.


Strange how Wes has never mentioned this...
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 		More thoughts on Sarah before The First Wish
Wait, before Dale made that first fateful wish (when he was getting ready to blow his brains out over debts to Marzano) we don't have much detail about town life. After The Wish, when he remembered all the changes, he never said anything about Sarah being around. And in the reality we glimpsed, she was a ghost who turned out to be Dale's sister (they were both children of the Ashram, or something like that).

In this reality, Sarah is alive and kicking, but I guess she & Dale are not brother & sister.

Did she exist before the first wish? If not, why hasn't Wes said anything. Or maybe we have to ask him?
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 		When CTW1 begain, Sarah was being held in the room in the basement of the library. As a child, she had been found roaming around Aglaura - much the way Wes talks about wandering before the Barrens before "grandmother" took him in. The Wyatt's took her in and raised her as their daughter though they never told anyone about her. She didn't become known to others until after Hamilton's heart attack when she was allowed to stay with Amelia to care for her. Once Amelia died Sarah went kinda nuts and did all the painting on the walls. She then began to disappear and eventually wasn't seen again. That's when Phyllis and JD bought the house.

When reading over the old information to about Sarah I ran across a post about her calling some of us. I'd completely forgotten that.

There was no indication in CTW1 that Hamilton was posessed or did any kind of monsterous things.

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