Pip of Sedro Woolley
Description
What if there were creatures among us who are
real alien Pleiadians?
Twelve-year-old Esme
and ten-year-old Simon are biracial siblings who have a secret reality. They're
part of a Cabal of super-sentient creatures, animals and people, who are
related to visiting extra-terrestrials.
When their mentor
Caroline, a psychic and healer, dies, they must step up. There is something in
her shed that locals and government agents would love to find, dissect,
destroy, and suppress. Even their own father might think they are mad, and the
town of Sedro Woolley, WA, knows madness, as the home of the now-abandoned
Northern State Hospital for the insane. Local people make Caroline into a
heretic and a witch. Social service people and school bullies go after them for
being “not normal.”
Simon, a hybrid with
regular ET contact, could be sent to be “cured” or “saved” and re-programmed.
Can they, mere
children, but starseeds, survive and triumph even though most of society sees
them as dangerous, evil or crazy?
A story based on real accounts of contact with
UFOs and aliens, and the channeled messages of Pleiadians
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About the Author
Sevo is a boomer, a woman of the sixties. Her fiction probably involves foreign travel, spirituality, the conventions of love, and finding yourself. She has published four novels, most recently Pip of Sedro Woolley (2019), My Boat Is So Small (2017), White Bird (2014), and Vilnius Diary (2011).
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone