Guerilla Dreams

Last night I dreamt what it was like to be in war,

The people around you, they start to disappear . . 

Tonight someone’s missing from the dinner table

Grabbing at anything to put out the flames,

I leave all my clothes behind,

I won’t be needing them anymore.. 

In this lighting, the landscape outside looks like a nightmare hedge, skies ablaze. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

This image represents the horrors of warfare, something i’ve only glimpsed in the nightmare world i entered while asleep last night. The image is a still i took from a video on exhibit at Somerset House, London in summer 2016, entitled, “Dreaming with Stanley Kubrick.” © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

When will the dust clear, and what will be left? © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Astronaut Looking in from the Outside, or Looking Out from the Inside 

Fuck, I’m still falling for her . . 

Cosmic work of art ✨ Part of the exhibit, Dreaming with Stanley Kubrick, at Somerset House, London, Summer 2016 © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography


I felt this image perfectly expressed what it might be like for a person who truly loves someone, but isn’t able to be a part of their life. 

Whispers

It was always you I felt in my heart

Who whispered, “You’re safe. You’ve come home.” 

I lay my head on your chest, so that I can feel your rythym 

And I whisper back, “No matter what it seemed, a love like ours could never truly come undone.” 

A flower resting, as seen in summertime, England. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Sheet of Paper

Sadness overcame me, out of the blue

I couldn’t explain why I felt this way,

though the tears rushed out of me like words

from a fountain pen,

upon the parchment,

line by line,

life by life

drying,

dying

as the well of my teardrops turned to dust

and just like that,

I was gone.

© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography “The Illusion of Desolation”

© Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography “On a night such as this, you’d be surprised by what you might see, or what you don’t see . .

Is Dog a Hidden Man’s Best Friend?

At the Elf School in Reykjavik, we received a guest one afternoon. An older gentleman, he was a seer- of Elves, of Huldufolk (hidden people), and of the dead.  He spent about an hour with us, graciously answering our questions, while the school’s headmaster translated back and forth.

You see, this seer’s incredible gift was both a blessing and a curse. To be aware, always, of other beings; other dimensions which most people could scarcely imagine. But too much sight could overwhelm the mind. Can you picture yourself sitting in a classroom, focusing on your academics, while everywhere you turn you see ghost spirits? As a boy of eleven, he had to leave school behind. In Iceland in those days, they taught English as a third language (after Icelandic and Danish) in schools starting at age twelve. For this seer, it meant that he would need the assistance of a translator in order to share many of his experiences, as he went on to work with Iceland’s Paranormal Society.

During our Q & A session with him at the Elf School, the 21 of us were as curious as could be. I remember asking him if the hidden people needed clairvoyant abilities in order to see us, or if all were able to naturally. I also asked about various aspects of the hidden people’s culture, with one question being, have you ever seen one walking with a dog? Do they live with dogs, cats, and other animals as we do? He answered that he had never seen them together, though he couldn’t rule out any relationship with dogs and such.

That night after class, I made my way to the Elf capital of Iceland, Hafnarjordur. I went off exploring Hellisgurdi Park, which is said to have quite a few Elves in residence. Upon entering the park, I noticed this curious sign– “Elf Circle, elves next 6 km.” Above it was a sign stating, “NO DOGS.”

It’s funny how the Universe can provide us with the answers we seek, hidden in plain sight. As it turns out, a dog may be man’s best friend, but not an elf’s!

You can find out who is an elf’s best friend in my storybook. As it’s being developed, you can follow along here and on my new Facebook page, Nature’s Secrets. 

http://www.facebook.com/TheNewAncientFolklore 

Thank you for your support! ❤️ 

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NO DOGS ALLOWED on Elf Circle! This sign is posted at the beginning of the path in Hellisgurdi Park in Hafnarjordur, which happens to be the Elf capital of Iceland. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography