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The full moon hung high in the partially cloudy sky. Open fields broken up with crops of tall trees cast in a dull pale-blueish light, contrasted by deep black shadows. On the road all four directions were clear> A lone figure stood in the middle of the crossroads, holding a piece of paper towards the light. Waiting for a cloud pass. The moonlight pieced through illuminating the words, now glowing dull blue- white.

Upon the Harvest moon

Seal's broken deal done

Sing the song that shouldn't be sung

Whisper into the dark so deep

In the abyss where he sleeps

Said in truth, asked in grace

The faceless masses, need a face

Raise your voice, let it be known

The Hat Man comes

He's not alone

In the distance a coyote howled, the shadowy figure flicked a lighter. The paper blazed bright before fading red. He let go of the paper, letting it drift up into the darkness. A faint tremor caused the earth beneath his feet to shake, a strong northern wind blew. A storm quickly formed, lighting flashing, thunder crashing. The man ran to his truck nearby. Jumping in and turning on the light , he grabbed a notebook. Starting the engine as the raindrops started to fall on the windshield, the radio blared to life, "Finally someone let me outta my cage, time for me is nothing because I'm counting no age.." The man reached over turning the radio down. Opening the note book he started to write, I, William T. Boyd, found and read aloud the hat man's call. Here's what happened."

This is the first book in the Path of the Western Lotus trilogy. Dark path offers the reader an invitation into the journey of self-discovery and exploration. Knowing who and what you are, is just as important as what we do.