The Shadow Clan: Legacy and Connection Beyond Ravens Knoll

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Well 3 years ago I moved from “home”. I was burnt out, angry, hurt, and in shock after a friends suicide. I moved from what was home, quit my job, and lost a friend. An I apologize for being a bit ranty.

After moving I was for the lack of a better term ostracized, black balled call it what you will. I was no longer “home” staff. Told not to be on property without permission or pre-arrangement. Which was fine. I had no intention at that time of being there without some one covering my back. All I wanted to do at that time as move on with life, retrieve my property and keep on keeping on.

I believe leading up to moving out some of the few last things I did at there consisted of driving Gypsy’s truck back, and replacing the windows in it, and looking after the burning of his trailer for his memorial. I still have a few pieces of melted metal from that fire. I did not have opportunity to participate in any of the things surrounding his memorial week-end other than the fire. I was never introduced to his mother. I still do not even know what she looks like. And I suppose in a way it was that point I started feeling not part of community.

My friend Gypsy in his first few years coming to what I refrred to as home he started this thing. He had an Idea of giving a knife to people he thought were good eggs. These were not just any knives, they were Laguiole knives, sometimes referred to as shepherds knives. He had a concept of creating a clan called the shadow clan and the aforementioned members would receive one of these knives. It was kind of a secret thing for him no one was really supposed to have known about it. No one was really to know who was part of this group, unless you saw the knife. But word sort of got out. I inherited the last few remaining knives in the small chest he kept them in. During the week-end of his memorial on more knife was passed on to a good friend of his.

This chest now sits in my room. with one knife remaining. I am not sure what to do with it now. I have been tempted a few times to bury it with the last remaining knife, or possibly burn it. I have no desire to keep this clan growing. And have no strong connection to community especially after the events of this week-end.

This week-end marked the last (well not sure if it is the last) work weekend at my former home…. It was a secret work week-end. Yes secret work week-ends happen at there. Normally I get invited to these. This year no invite… and point blank was told not to show up on site. Well I guess I really should have figured that would occur.

Well lets hope you bled all the lines properly if not I would not want to be around when the water is turned back on.

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