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Ahh the black dog lore of the Yorkshire moors...

The moors and dales around the location discussed in this piece have always been ripe with rich folklore. From hobgoblins and boggarts, and kelpies and trolls, from the giant of Penhill, and the fairies of Janets Foss, to the Angel of Semerwater...

It is a magical land (like much of the UK, despite the efforts of the technocracy to hide the truth of this land).

Thank you my friend, this was a good find. Take good care of you of yours and all the very best my man...

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Apr 29Author

Thank you as well, all the Best to you and yours, my friend.

Cheers Brother!

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In the beginning my very Black Ferocious doggy bit me on the left arm after having practiced a certain islamic ritual based on the 32nd surah I believe. ... several years after he licked me on the right cheek while I was taking a nap. Then One day when I parked my car underneath my home at the time, when I opened the car door he came to say hello to me. He was awesome. Wearing a metallic spiked collar. I petted him. He seemed to like that! Everyone in the neighborhood was frightened.

Since then, he'll come out of nowhere, especially when in places of potential mishap; walking in front either to guide or protect whether I'm alone or with my wife.

Hermes is a guide in the nether world, or in this world between here & there.

They call him a "Hinn" amongst the Djinn. They says he's not good company. Myself I rather appreciate this dear underworld friend popping out of nowhere! The angels at times wear black just to hide themselves from the mob.

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Apr 29Author

Beautifully said, my friend...

Cheers Brother!⚡️⚡️👊🍻

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