Channel 6 Nocturnis - Official Blog From the Archives: The Twin Legacies of the Young Family

 Channel 6 Nocturnis - Official Blog

From the Archives: The Twin Legacies of the Young Family

By Alden Hedges | July 23, 2025

If you tuned into Channel 6 this week for Wild West Nocturnis, you heard the story of a family whose legacy was so integral to our city that they built its heart in two separate places. For those who missed it, and for those who want to delve deeper, I wanted to put pen to paper and reflect on the poignant tale of the Jung family, later known as the Youngs.

Every citizen of Nocturnis knows our city was forged in the grit of silver mines and the ambition of the railroad. We are a city of steel and stone, born from the dust of the frontier. But a city’s soul is often found in quieter places, in the stories of the families who provided not just industry, but community and comfort. The saga of the Young family is perhaps the finest example of this duality—a chronicle of how one family’s diverging dreams helped define both the sophisticated core and the pastoral heart of our city for over a century.

A Fork in the Road

The story begins, as so many Nocturnis stories do, with a journey. Around 1852, Johann and Annelise Jung arrived from an unstable Prussia, seeking not fortune, but peace and a plot of land to call their own. They established a simple poultry farm on what was then the far outskirts of town. Their beginning was humble, built on the hard work of raising chickens and the irresistible aroma of Annelise's roast chicken sold to dusty travelers.

They raised two sons who embodied the two futures of the West: Friedrich and Matthias. Friedrich, the visionary, was drawn to the chaotic, vibrant pulse of downtown Nocturnis. He saw the rough-and-tumble boomtown and envisioned a future of elegance and order. Matthias, the traditionalist, felt a profound connection to the soil his parents had tilled. He saw a future in nurturing the land, not conquering it. This fundamental difference in spirit would give Nocturnis not one, but two Young family empires.

[Image: A faded, sepia-toned photograph of a simple 19th-century farmhouse with chicken coops nearby.]

The City’s Pillar: Young’s Hotel & Restaurant

With a vision fixed on high society, Friedrich, now anglicizing his name to "Young," erected a monument to civility: the magnificent Young’s Hotel & Restaurant. In a town of saloons and boarding houses, Young's was an oasis. One can almost picture the gaslights flickering on polished mahogany, hear the murmur of hushed deals between cattle barons and mining magnates, and see the stoic faces of ranchers enjoying a rare, refined meal. It was the city’s formal gathering place, its unofficial town hall.

Its legend was forged in the crucible of the Great Fire of 1907. When flames consumed the building, many believed it was the end of an era. But in a display of pure frontier grit, Friedrich rallied public support and rebuilt it, grander than before. The new Young’s Hotel became a symbol of our city's indomitable will.

The County's Heart: Young's Farm

While Friedrich was building his urban empire, Matthias was cultivating its rural counterpart. Young's Farm became more than a business; it was a communal treasure. He expanded beyond poultry to fields of sweet corn and a sprawling pumpkin patch. He and his descendants started the annual Harvest Festival, a tradition that became woven into the fabric of Nocturnis life. For generations, the farm was where city children could feel dirt under their fingernails, ride a hay wagon under an open sky, and experience the simple joy of pulling a carrot from the earth. With their motto, "Sharing Our Farm with Our Friends," the Youngs provided a vital connection to the land in an increasingly industrial world.

[Image: A vibrant, colorized photo from the 1970s showing families at the Young's Farm pumpkin patch.]

The Unstoppable Tide of Progress

But the wild west doesn't stay wild forever. The very progress the Youngs helped fuel became an unstoppable tide. For the hotel, the rise of the automobile and new motels on the city's edge slowly drained the life from the old downtown core. For the farm, the city's expanding suburbs began to encroach, turning pastures into property lines and quiet nights into subdivisions. The family fought a valiant, public battle for a conservation easement, but the pressures of development and politics were too great.

With heavy hearts, the family saw both of their empires close. The hotel served its last meal in 2004 and was demolished in 2010. The farm, after its last festival in 2006, was sold.

A Legacy of Dust and Rebirth

Today, the two legacies offer a stark and telling contrast. One is a scar in the cityscape—a vacant downtown lot where a landmark once stood, filled only with memories. The other, however, found a second life. The farmland was eventually purchased by the Mortimer family, who, inspired by its history, resurrected it as Mortimer Farms. They have brought back the festivals and the markets, grafting a new future onto the old roots.

The story of the Young family is a powerful lesson in what we choose to preserve. It reminds us that a city's identity is a fragile thing, built not only of brick and ambition, but of tradition and memory. One legacy was razed, awaiting a new identity; the other saw its spirit transplanted, a testament to the enduring power of the land.

Did your family visit Young's Farm? Do you remember dining at the hotel? Share your memories in the comments below.

You can stream the full episode, "The Two Empires of the Young Family," on the Channel 6 website. And be sure to tune in next week for another chapter of Wild West Nocturnis.a

Captain Hedges' Midweek Musings: The Steady Current of Hope Amidst Gloom Creek

 Captain Hedges' Afternoon Retreat: Beating the Heat in Gloom Creek's Shadow

Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Well, good afternoon, everyone. I've just gotten back in from the heat of the day, and let me tell you, that long hot walk was quite something. Right now, I'm settled in my room here at the log cabin, doing my best to cool down from it all. It's moments like these you truly appreciate the shade, the hum of the air conditioning (a modern blessing, indeed!), and the simple chance to catch your breath and feel the coolness slowly seep back into your bones. The sun is still high over the serene Cypress Swamp and the steady Red River, but inside, it's a welcome reprieve.

This intense, oppressive heat, this very real need to find refuge and counter the elements, got me thinking directly about the core struggle we've been crafting for our Wild West Campaign Setting in Gloom Creek. This is where our enigmatic figure, Dr. Alastair Nocturnis, makes his chilling, damp entrance. He is utterly obsessed with controlling his environment, bending the very weather to his will to cultivate a perpetual gloom and cold within his domain. He's not just a man with a strange hobby; he's literally fighting a climatic war.

His primary adversaries in this elemental struggle are the terrifying Fire Vampires. These aren't just creatures of legend; they are beings of scorching heat and pure, destructive chaos. Their very presence scorches the earth, causes the air to shimmer with oppressive warmth, and drains the life and moisture from everything around them. Imagine walking into a part of Gloom Creek where the air itself feels like an oven, where the ground is cracked and dry, and you're feeling the immediate, exhausting effects of their presence—much like my walk today. This sets up a constant, desperate battle for climatic dominance within Gloom Creek. Dr. Nocturnis perpetually manipulates his arcane mists, fogs, and sudden cold fronts to keep his city shrouded in a chilling, damp embrace, directly countering the Fire Vampires' burning influence. They, in turn, seek to evaporate his mists, ignite structures into infernos, and turn his carefully controlled environment into a blazing, chaotic pyre. My personal struggle with this afternoon's heat feels like a tiny, domestic echo of their grand, elemental conflict – a reminder of the primal need for control or adaptation when faced with overwhelming forces.

And it's in these moments, whether battling personal heat or contemplating vast elemental conflicts, that I'm reminded of a profound truth: "When God sends a storm, just count your blessings in the raindrops." It's easy to look at a storm—be it the literal sweltering heat of the day, the metaphorical storms of life that bring challenges, or the intense dangers within a campaign—and see only the struggle. But if we shift our perspective, we can often find the quiet blessings hidden within. Each drop of rain, or each moment of cool relief, can symbolize a lesson learned, a moment of resilience, a newfound strength, or an unexpected kindness that emerges when things are tough.

Think of the soldiers in the Tiger Force Shadow Saga, who faced overwhelming odds and chaotic conflicts. Even in those intense moments, there were "raindrops" of courage, unwavering loyalty from a comrade, or the sheer blessing of making it through another day. My contemplation of cosmic apocalypses reminds me that even immense destruction eventually gives way to new creation, a blessing of rebirth from chaos. The universe itself, in its grand cycle of creation and implosion, constantly finds its balance. And of course, the ether dragons themselves, those powerful beings guiding through tumultuous multiverse portals, always find a way to a safe haven, a blessing of refuge, much like finding a cool, shaded spot on a sweltering day. They are the ultimate guides through the cosmic storms.

So, as I sit here, letting the cabin's coolness slowly seep in, I'm reminded that finding shelter, adapting to our environment, and seeking out those moments of relief are all crucial parts of navigating any kind of "storm." Life will always have its challenges, but if we can train our hearts to look for the "raindrops"—the small graces, the unexpected moments of beauty, the quiet strength we discover within ourselves, or the simple blessing of a cool room after a hot walk—then even the most challenging times can be filled with gratitude.

How are you finding your own cool spot and counting your blessings today?

Yours for now,

Captain Hedges

3 AM Whispers: Persisting in Prayer and Being Led by the Spirit

 

Good morning, everyone. It's Wednesday, July 23rd, 2025, and it’s 3 AM here at the cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River in Shreveport, Louisiana. The bayou is settled into its quiet hum, a perfect backdrop for reflecting on our journey of drawing closer to God.

Following on from our discussion about getting alone with God, today we're going to dive into two powerful aspects of that relationship: persisting in prayer and being led by the Holy Spirit. These aren't just concepts; they're vital, dynamic parts of our daily walk, especially as we navigate the demands and decisions of life.

The Power of Persistence: Luke 18:7

When it comes to prayer, sometimes we might feel discouraged if answers don't come quickly, or if the challenges we face seem to linger. But Jesus Himself taught us about the power of persistence. In the parable of the persistent widow, He highlights the importance of not giving up. Luke 18:7 asks us:

"And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off?"

At 3 AM, in the quiet of our private time with God, this verse encourages us. If a human judge, who cares little, eventually yields to persistence, how much more will our loving Heavenly Father respond to His children who cry out to Him continually? He doesn't put us off; He hears, and in His perfect timing and wisdom, He acts. This isn't about nagging God, but about cultivating a faith that trusts His character and His heart, knowing that He desires to hear and respond to us. So, let your prayers be persistent, born from a deep trust in His faithfulness.

Guided by Truth: John 14:26

Beyond just speaking to God, a crucial part of our spiritual walk is learning to listen and be led by the Holy Spirit. In a world full of voices and distractions, discerning God's direction is paramount. Jesus gave us this incredible promise in John 14:26:

"But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you."

This is a profound truth. The Holy Spirit is our divine Guide, our Teacher, sent to illuminate God's truth and remind us of Jesus's words. At 3 AM, in the stillness of our solitary time with God, we create an environment where we can better hear that gentle, guiding voice. It's in the quiet that we can discern His nudges, His wisdom, and His peace, preparing us for the decisions and interactions of the day ahead. The Spirit not only teaches us but reminds us of what we already know, bringing clarity and direction.

As this Wednesday morning unfolds, let's step into it with a renewed commitment to both speak and listen. Persist in your prayers, casting your cares upon Him continually. And in every situation, cultivate a listening heart, allowing the Holy Spirit to teach you, guide you, and remind you of the very words of truth.

I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers. Have a blessed Wednesday.

Good morning its Bayou Tuesday

 Bayou Tuesday: Uncle Bill, Uncle Jerry, and a Short Swamp Jaunt for a Lost Keepsake!

Well howdy, y'all! It's Bayou Tuesday, and usually, the thought of a swamp adventure with Uncle Bill gets my blood pumping for something wild. We've certainly had our share of grand quests, from recovering shattered artifacts to hunting cryptids and even dealing with those unsettling Slasher Vines from Zimarala! All our past sagas are wrapped up for now, which leaves us free for new mischief.

Today's going to be a bit of a shorter outing for us. Uncle Bill has some important things to take care of later, so no deep dives into uncharted territory, no wrestling Atchafalaya Swamp Monsters before lunch!

Just as I was getting the boat ready, who should come sauntering up but Uncle Jerry! He'd apparently gotten wind of our plans, probably through the bayou's own unique grapevine. "Ain't no swamp adventure complete without me, cher!" he declared, already clambering into the boat with his own well-worn fishing hat. Looks like our short trip just got a little more... lively.

But a short trip doesn't mean no adventure at all. The bayou always has something to offer, even on a quick jaunt.

Here's an idea for a shorter, yet still classic, Bayou Tuesday adventure for Uncle Bill, Uncle Jerry, and me:

A Trip to the Old Cypress Graveyard & the Lost Lure

We'll take the airboat out to the "Cypress Graveyard" – a spot where really old, gnarled cypress trees stand silent and eerie, their roots looking like skeletal fingers reaching from the murky water. It's not far, but it's steeped in atmosphere.

The adventure starts when Uncle Bill suddenly remembers he lost his lucky, hand-carved fishing lure out there years ago – the one his grandpa carved for him. It's a sentimental piece, more valuable than any treasure. He'll grumble about it, of course, but his eyes will show how much he wants it back. Uncle Jerry will immediately chime in with his own exaggerated story of how he almost found it once, or how he told Bill to tie a better knot.

The challenge won't be a monster fight, but navigating the tricky, shallow waters around the ancient, submerged roots, perhaps avoiding a grumpy, territorial Caddo Lake Monster (just a quick sighting or a near miss, not a full-blown battle!) that might have taken a liking to the area. We'd have to use our Perception (IQ SR) to spot the lure amidst the tangled growth, maybe even a Dexterity (DEX SR) to carefully retrieve it without stirring up too much swamp bottom. With Uncle Jerry's "help," that might be harder than it sounds!

It would be a quiet, reflective adventure, filled with Uncle Bill's stories of his grandpa and the old days, interspersed with Uncle Jerry's colorful (and likely embellished) commentaries, and the simple satisfaction of recovering something truly meaningful. A perfect short trip before a productive afternoon.

What do you think of a treasure hunt for a lost lucky lure with both uncles along for the ride?

We might even Camp out here for the next week?

see you all next week for Bayou Tuesday 

Yours for now Captain Hedges as Bayou Earl

The Legend of Bayou Earl tells the tale of a mysterious figure said to haunt the Louisiana swamps, a silent protector with an uncanny connection to the land. Some say he's a recluse, a master of the bayou's hidden ways. His legend truly blossomed after a devastating hurricane, during which he reportedly emerged as a savior, guiding lost souls and bringing aid, only to disappear like the mist.

He is believed to be a direct descendent of Jebidiah Hedger, an ancient settler known for his deep understanding of the swamps, which explains Earl's supernatural abilities and his profound melancholy. He's often associated with a haunting harmonica melody carried on the wind, a mournful tune echoing his deep sorrow. He's a guardian, a myth, and a poignant embodiment of the bayou's enduring, mystical spirit.

3 AM Whispers: Seeking God in the Secret Place

Good morning, everyone. It's Tuesday, July 22nd, 2025, and it’s 3 AM here at the cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River in Shreveport, Louisiana. The bayou is cloaked in its deepest quiet, a profound stillness that, if we choose, can become a sacred space.

Today, I want to begin a new series about something profoundly important for our spiritual journeys: getting alone with God in our private time. In a world that constantly demands our attention, finding moments of solitude with our Creator isn't just a good idea; it's essential for our souls.

Even Jesus, with His constant ministry and the crowds always pressing in, prioritized this private time with God. Mark 1:35 tells us:

"Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed."

Imagine that scene. While it was still dark, before the world awoke, Jesus sought out a solitary place to connect with His Father. This wasn't a hurried whisper; it was intentional, dedicated time. If the Son of God needed to step away from the demands of ministry and people to be alone with God, how much more do we? The 3 AM hour, like the one we're experiencing now, offers that very opportunity—a solitary place in the quiet of our homes or, for me, right here by the Red River.

A Thirsty Soul's Cry: Psalm 63:1

When we do carve out this private time, what is the desire that drives us? It should be a deep, consuming thirst for God Himself. Psalm 63:1 beautifully expresses this longing:

"You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water."

This isn't just a polite prayer; it's the cry of a soul that recognizes its absolute need for God, much like a traveler in a parched land longs for water. When we intentionally seek Him in our private moments, let it be with this kind of earnest desire, a longing from our whole being. It's in those moments of deep seeking that He truly meets us and refreshes our souls.

Fulfilling Our Vows: Ecclesiastes 5:4

Finally, as we commit to this practice of getting alone with God and earnestly seeking Him, we are also reminded of the seriousness of our vows and commitments to Him. Ecclesiastes 5:4 advises us:

"When you make a vow to God, do not delay to fulfill it. He has no pleasure in fools; fulfill your vow."

This verse serves as a sober reminder that our commitment to seek God, to spend time with Him, and to live in accordance with His will, should be taken seriously. It’s a call to faithfulness in our private disciplines. Our desire to get alone with God isn't just a fleeting feeling; it's a commitment, a spiritual discipline that requires our dedication. When we promise to seek Him, let us do so faithfully and without delay, finding pleasure in fulfilling our vow to Him.

As this Tuesday morning unfolds, I encourage you to find your own solitary place, whether it's the quiet of 3 AM or another time that works for you. Earnestly seek God, allow your soul to thirst for Him, and faithfully fulfill your commitment to draw near. It is in this secret place that true spiritual growth and intimacy are found.

I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers. Have a blessed Tuesday.

Monday Morning Serenity: Checkers, Coffee, and the Rise of the Sun

Monday Morning Serenity: Checkers, Coffee, and the Rise of the Sun (July 21, 2025 - 6:22 AM)

Good Monday morning, dear readers! After a few Mondays that felt more like wrestling matches than gentle awakenings, today has gifted us with a truly serene start. Here on the front porch of our cabin in the Shreveport cypress swamp, the world is unfolding with a quiet grace, and I'm soaking in every peaceful moment.

The sun officially made its grand entrance this morning at 6:22 AM, painting the sky over the swamp in a breathtaking palette of oranges, pinks, and soft golds. There's nothing quite like watching the first rays of light pierce through the ancient cypress trees, slowly illuminating the misty waters. The air, still cool from the night, carries the earthy scent of damp soil and cypress bark, mingling with the sweet fragrance of blooming water lilies. A gentle mist, like a thin veil, hangs low over the water, slowly dissipating as the sun gains strength. It's a daily masterpiece, a quiet, unfolding drama that reminds me of the profound beauty hidden in the everyday. Today, I had the distinct privilege of enjoying it without a single urgent demand, without the immediate clamor of the world.

Instead of the usual morning whirlwind of immediate needs and frantic coffee-making, I've been enjoying a wonderfully relaxed start with Uncle Bill. He's settled comfortably into his favorite, well-worn rocking chair, its gentle creak a soothing counterpoint to the quiet dawn. Across from him, I've positioned the checkerboard, and we've been engaged in a quiet, yet surprisingly competitive, game. The gentle click of the wooden pieces on the board is the only sound breaking the morning stillness, punctuated by the occasional thoughtful hum from Uncle Bill as he contemplates his next move, his white beard catching the nascent sunlight. There's a comfortable silence between us, a shared understanding that transcends words, found in the simple act of a game and the shared appreciation for the morning. Each move is deliberate, each captured piece a small victory or a minor setback, but all within the peaceful confines of this early hour.

And, of course, there's the coffee. That glorious, steaming mug of perfection, warming my hands and slowly awakening my senses. The rich, dark aroma is almost a meditation in itself, a promise of clarity and energy for the day ahead. Each sip is a small moment of bliss, a simple pleasure amplified by the tranquility of the scene and the unhurried pace. It's a far cry from the hurried gulps of past mornings, a true testament to the quiet luxury of an unhurried start. This isn't just about the caffeine; it's about the ritual, the conscious act of savoring, of allowing the world to come to me rather than chasing after it. It's in these moments that I feel most grounded, most connected to the simple, profound joys of life in the bayou.

This morning is a welcome reprieve, a stark contrast to the wrestling matches and bureaucratic battles that have defined recent Mondays. It's a powerful reminder that even amidst life's inevitable chaos, the demanding schedules, and the unexpected turns, there are moments of profound peace to be found. Sometimes, the best way to prepare for the week ahead isn't to rush into it, but to simply sit, watch the world awaken, and enjoy the quiet company of family over a game and a good cup of coffee. It's in these stolen moments of serenity that we can truly recharge, gather our thoughts, and fortify our spirits for whatever the day, or the week, decides to throw our way. This quiet luxury is a gift, one I intend to cherish.

What does your Monday morning look like? Are you finding moments of stillness amidst your own routine?

Yours for now, Captain Hedges

3 Am whispers Moonday's Embrace: The Moon's Dance for a Late-Night Event

 

3 AM Whispers: Moonday's Embrace and the Ancient Rhythms

Good morning, everyone. It's Monday, July 21st, 2025, and this morning, the 3 AM whispers came early, arriving not with the dawn, but with the rising of the moon. Here in Shreveport, Louisiana, at our cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River, the moon began its ascent around 2:44 AM, casting its silvery glow over the bayou before it will set later today at 5:58 PM.

As we greet the start of another week, it's a perfect time to reflect on the ancient rhythms that still echo in our modern lives. For many, Monday is simply the start of the work week, but for those attuned to older wisdom, it is Moonday – a day intrinsically linked to our celestial companion, the Moon. This connection often brings to mind visions of lunar-lit gatherings, mystical rites, or simply quiet contemplation under its silvery glow.

The Moon has been a subject of fascination for millennia, its silent dance across the night sky inspiring wonder, guiding tides, and marking time for countless generations. From its mysterious origin to the modern era of robotic probes and human landings during the Apollo program, the history of the Moon is deeply intertwined with humanity's own story of exploration and understanding. Its consistent presence, rising and setting, is a reminder of steadfastness in a constantly changing world.

In the quiet of this early Monday morning, as the moon begins its descent towards its evening set, let's reflect on this consistent presence. Just as the moon reliably makes its journey across our sky, there is a greater, unchanging presence in our lives.

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"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." (Lamentations 3:22-23)

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While the Moon's dance is a wonder to behold, it's God's faithfulness that truly never ceases. His mercies are as consistent as the lunar cycle, new for us with every morning, even those that begin under the fading moonlight. This Moonday, let the gentle presence of the moon remind you of the ever-present, unwavering love and faithfulness of our Creator.

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Good Monday morning, dear readers! As we greet the start of another week, it's a perfect time to reflect on the ancient rhythms that still echo in our modern lives. For many, Monday is simply the start of the work week, but for those attuned to older wisdom, it is Moonday – a day intrinsically linked to our celestial companion, the Moon. This connection often brings to mind visions of lunar-lit gatherings, mystical rites, or simply quiet contemplation under its silvery glow.

So, what does this mean for our "late night Moonday event"?

The history of the Moon encompasses its formation, exploration, and significance to humanity.

• The Moon has been a subject of fascination for millennia, and modern exploration began with robotic missions, followed by human landings during the Apollo program. 
• A detailed timeline of lunar exploration highlights key missions and scientific studies conducted over the centuries. 
• The Moon's origin and evolution have been shaped by various geological processes, and it continues to be a focus of scientific research. For a comprehensive overview, you can explore the History of Lunar Exploration on NASA's website 

I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers. Have a blessed Monday.

Sunday Evening: The Heart of a Servant

Good evening, everyone. I hope this message finds you well as the sun sets on this blessed Sunday.

I’m writing this a little later than usual today. My day was spent in the service of family, looking after my uncles. We spent most of the day store shopping, getting them the things they wanted and needed. It was a lesson in practical blessings, pooling our money and using coupons to make every dollar stretch. It’s in these simple, unglamorous moments that we often find the truest expression of our faith. It reminds me that being a servant of God doesn't always happen in a church pew or during a quiet moment of prayer; sometimes, it happens in the aisles of a grocery store.

This kind of day brings to mind one of the most powerful stories Jesus ever told—the parable of the Good Samaritan. When a man asked Jesus what he must do to inherit eternal life, Jesus told him to love God and to "love your neighbor as yourself." But the man, wanting to justify himself, asked, "And who is my neighbor?"

Jesus’s story about the Samaritan who stopped to help a wounded man—after others had passed him by—was the answer. The Samaritan didn't ask if the man was deserving. He didn't check his own schedule. He saw a need, felt compassion, and acted on it, sacrificing his own time and resources to care for a stranger.

Our scripture for this evening comes from the heart of that lesson:

"But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him." Luke 10:33-34 (NIV)

 

Being a servant of God is about having the heart of that Samaritan. It’s about seeing the person in front of you—be it a family member who needs groceries, a friend who needs a listening ear, or a stranger in need of help—and choosing to be their "neighbor." It’s about pouring out our own "oil and wine," whatever that may look like in our own lives. Today, for me, it looked like a shopping cart and a handful of coupons. For you, it might look completely different. The beauty is that God can use any act of service, no matter how small it seems, to show His love to the world.

I doubt I'll be able to get back on here tonight, but I am still writing offline and will keep posting new adventures when I can. Until next time, have a wonderful and peaceful evening.

God bless you all.

Yours for now, Captain Hedges

GOOD SUNRISE SUBDAY MORNING A PASSION FOR PRAISE

 

Sunday Morning Rising: A Passion for Praise
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July 20, 2025

Good morning and blessings to you on this beautiful Sunday. The sun rose over Shreveport this morning at 6:25 AM, breaking through the darkness and inviting us into a new day filled with grace and opportunity. As we embrace the quiet moments of this morning, let's turn our hearts toward Him in praise.

Our scripture today comes from a song of praise from David after the Lord delivered him from his enemies.

"Therefore I will praise you, LORD, among the nations; I will sing the praises of your name." 2 Samuel 22:50 (NIV)

King David, who pinned many of the Bible's Psalms, was passionate about singing them to the Lord. He understood that praise was a powerful response to God's work in his life. His awe for God's handiwork is beautifully captured in Psalm 139:13-16, which details how fearfully and wonderfully we were made by God in our mother's womb. This intimate and personal act of creation is one of the greatest reasons for our praise.

This passion for God is a fire we are called to keep burning within our own spirits. It is a zealous, all-consuming love for the house of the Lord and for His presence in our lives. We are reminded of this when the disciples observed Jesus and remembered the scripture:

His disciples remembered that it is written: “Zeal for your house will consume me.” John 2:17 (NIV)

Let us not lose that zeal, that passionate fire for God. Let us cultivate it through prayer, worship, and time in His word.

As you sip your coffee and enjoy the morning, take a moment to ponder these questions:

• What can you praise God for today?

• What invites you to worship Him in song?

• How will you keep the fire of passion burning for God in your life this week?

May your day be filled with moments of joyful praise and quiet reflection, drawing you ever closer to the one who made you and loves you. Amen.

Rise and Shine with Captain Hedges

Your Morning Watch with Captain Hedges

Posted: July 18, 2025

Good morning, and welcome back to Rise and shine with Captain Hedges, our dedicated space to start the day together with purpose. Go ahead, pour yourself a cup of your favorite brew and take that first, wonderful sip. Right now, in the quiet moments before the world fully awakens, there is a unique stillness, a palpable sense of potential. It’s just us, our coffee, and the brand new day waiting on the horizon.

Before the notifications begin their assault and the day makes its inevitable demands, this time is yours. Think of it as a quiet harbor. Too often, we launch directly from our beds into the chaotic seas of our to-do lists, immediately tossed about by the waves and reacting to every gust of wind. But a seasoned captain knows better. They take a moment on the deck, mug in hand, to simply be. To watch the sun break the horizon, to feel the gentle sway of the ship, to prepare their mind for the voyage. This coffee ritual? This is your time on deck. It's not a delay; it's calibration.

As you enjoy your coffee, ask yourself one simple question: What is my heading for today?

I’m not referring to the long list of tasks you need to get through. That’s just cargo. I’m talking about your true destination, your North Star for the day. What is the one thing that, if you accomplish it, will make today a true success? Perhaps it's completing a challenging project. Maybe it's having a meaningful, present conversation with someone you care about. Or perhaps it’s simply protecting an hour for your own mental health. Define it. See it clearly. This is your compass bearing. When the inevitable squalls of distraction or unexpected problems arise, this single, clear intention will be the star you navigate by.

The day ahead will have its challenges—it always does. There will be crosswinds from other people's priorities and strong currents of unforeseen tasks. That’s a given. A captain doesn't expect perfectly calm seas; they trust in their preparation and their purpose. Your preparation is this quiet moment, this mindful start. Your purpose is the heading you just set. With a clear mind and a clear direction, you are ready to handle the weather.

The sun is a little higher now, our mugs a little lighter. It’s time to weigh anchor and set sail. Carry the feeling of this moment with you—the calm, the focus, the quiet confidence. You are the captain of this day. You hold the helm. Now go and steer your vessel with intention.

Wishing you fair winds and following seas, across the vastness of Space and Time

- Captain Hedges

A Quiet Week on the Blog

 

Main Post for Friday, July 18, 2025

Title: A Quiet Week and a Grateful Heart

Good morning, everyone, sorry posts were light this week.

Good morning, everyone.

You may have noticed it’s been quieter here this past week, and I wanted to take a moment to connect and explain. My time and focus were dedicated entirely to caregiving, a role that called for my full presence as I supported a loved one through a series of appointments at our local VA hospital. The early mornings, usually reserved for writing and reflection, were instead spent preparing for a different kind of day, one measured in hospital corridors and waiting rooms rather than paragraphs and posts.

As many of you know, when duty calls in the form of family, everything else rightfully falls away. Their needs came first, as they should. It was a week that put everything into sharp perspective, reminding me that the most important work we do often happens far away from our professional ambitions. It's the quiet, unseen work of holding a hand, offering a steadying presence, or simply navigating the complex logistics of healthcare. It’s in these moments that we find a deeper purpose, one that isn’t about productivity or progress, but about pure, unconditional support. The world shrinks down to what is essential: the health and comfort of someone you love.

This experience, while demanding, was also profoundly clarifying. It strips away the non-essential and forces you to confront what truly matters. The deadlines, the emails, the daily noise—it all fades into the background when you are sitting beside someone who is relying on your strength. In that space, there is no room for distraction, only for compassion and patience. It was a week of quiet service and a powerful reminder of the unbreakable strength of human connection.

Thank you, sincerely, for your patience and understanding while this space was silent. Your presence here is something I never take for granted. I'm taking some time this morning to catch up, to process the lessons of the past few days. Below, I'll be sharing the 5 AM thoughts I might have posted each morning this past week, written now with the clarity that only hindsight can provide.

AM Whispers: Peace at the Week's End

 

 AM Whispers: Peace at the Week's End

Good morning, everyone. It's Friday, July 18th, 2025, and it's 3 AM here at the cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River in Shreveport, Louisiana. The bayou is settled into its deep, familiar quiet, and in this stillness, you can almost feel the week drawing to a close.

After the hustle and bustle, the unexpected movie nights with the uncles, and catching up on tasks, there's a distinct shift in the air on a Friday morning. It's a time to reflect on all that has transpired and to look forward to the promise of rest and different rhythms that the weekend brings. Yet, sometimes, even with the end in sight, the mind can still hold onto anxieties from the days past or worries about the days to come.

In these quiet moments before the rush of Friday begins, we're given a profound invitation to lay down those burdens. It brings to mind the comforting words found in Philippians 4:6-7:

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"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

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At 3 AM, this verse encourages us to shift our focus. Instead of carrying the weight of unfinished business or looming plans, we're called to simply bring it all to God. In the quiet of this morning, take a moment for prayer and petition, and importantly, for thanksgiving. Thank Him for getting you through the week, for His presence in every challenge, and for the mercies that were new each day. As you do, His peace – a peace so profound it goes beyond our comprehension – will settle in, guarding your heart and mind.

As this Friday morning quietly unfolds, let's step into it with hearts of gratitude and minds at peace. Lay your anxieties down, embrace the quiet, and let God's transcendent peace prepare you for a blessed end to the week and a restful weekend.

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I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers. Have a blessed Friday.

Canyonlands Watch: A Special Report The Canyon We Knew, Now Veiled in Smoke: Remembering the North Rim Fires

 

Canyonlands Watch: A Special Report

July 15, 2025

A catastrophic situation is unfolding at the Grand Canyon National Park as two massive, lightning-caused wildfires rage across the North Rim and surrounding Kaibab National Forest. The fires have led to the complete destruction of the historic Grand Canyon Lodge and forced the closure of the North Rim for the remainder of the 2025 season.

As of this morning, fire crews are battling immense blazes fueled by high winds, low humidity, and extremely dry conditions. Here is the latest on the two primary fires:

The Dragon Bravo Fire: Ignited by a lightning strike on July 4th, this fire has consumed nearly 6,000 acres directly within the park's North Rim. In a devastating blow to American history and tourism, the fire completely destroyed the beloved Grand Canyon Lodge and several other park structures. Firefighters are employing an aggressive, full suppression strategy to prevent its further spread.

The White Sage Fire: Located just north of the park in the Kaibab National Forest, this fire is significantly larger, having scorched nearly 50,000 acres since it began on July 9th. It remains 0% contained. This blaze has prompted widespread evacuations, affecting hundreds of residents from the Kaibab Plateau to the Utah-Arizona line. A high-level Complex Incident Management Team is being brought in to handle the immense challenge this fire presents.

Park Closures and Public Safety

In response to the escalating crisis, the National Park Service has announced extensive closures to ensure public safety:

• Full North Rim Closure: The North Rim of Grand Canyon National Park is closed to all visitor access for the rest of the season.

• Inner Canyon Trails: Major corridor trails, including the North Kaibab Trail, the South Kaibab Trail, and the Bright Angel Trail below Havasupai Gardens, are closed.

• Facilities: Phantom Ranch and all inner canyon campgrounds are closed until further notice. Colorado River trips are being advised to bypass the Phantom Ranch area entirely.

• Fire Restrictions: Stage 1 fire restrictions are in effect for both the North and South Rims.

Officials have confirmed that all staff and residents were successfully evacuated before the fires overran the developed areas on the North Rim, and thankfully, no injuries or loss of life have been reported.

The loss of the nearly 100-year-old lodge has been met with sorrow across the nation. Arizona's Governor has expressed heartbreak over the destruction of the landmark and has called for a review of the federal government's emergency response. For now, the focus remains on the immense and dangerous task of battling these two historic fires.

The Canyon We Knew, Now Veiled in Smoke: Remembering the North Rim Fires

For those of us who hold the Grand Canyon in our hearts, the memories are vivid, almost tangible. The gasp of awe at the first glimpse, the play of light painting the ancient walls, the crisp scent of pine on the North Rim. But for those who cherish the quieter, more secluded beauty of the canyon’s northern edge, those memories are now tinged with a profound sadness as we witness the devastating impact of the Dragon Bravo and White Sage fires.

The news out of Grand Canyon National Park has been heartbreaking. Lightning-sparked in July 2025, these blazes have ripped through the Kaibab National Forest and across the North Rim, forcing closures, evacuations, and tragically, the reported complete destruction of the iconic Grand Canyon Lodge and dozens of historic cabins. The familiar image of that grand limestone and timber structure, a steadfast sentinel overlooking the breathtaking expanse, now exists only in photographs and our collective memory.

For those who made the trek to the North Rim, the experience was always distinct from the bustling South Rim. It was a place of serene beauty, offering a different perspective, a sense of deeper immersion in the canyon’s wildness. We recall the winding drive through the dense pine forests, the anticipation building with each turn. We remember standing at Bright Angel Point or Cape Royal, gazing at the vast panorama in relative tranquility. Now, the thought of those vistas obscured by smoke, the air thick with the smell of burning timber, is deeply unsettling.

The fires have had a tangible impact, closing the North Rim for the remainder of the season and silencing the usually bustling inner canyon trails. The North and South Kaibab trails, the Bright Angel – arteries of adventure and connection to the canyon’s depths – are now inaccessible. Even Phantom Ranch, that legendary oasis at the bottom, is shuttered. Reports of a potential chlorine gas leak from a compromised water treatment facility add another layer of concern to an already dire situation.

While fire is a natural part of the ecosystem, helping to clear undergrowth and promote new growth, the scale of these fires feels different, more profound in its loss. It’s a stark reminder of the power of nature, its capacity for both breathtaking beauty and devastating force. Our memories of the North Rim’s pristine landscapes are now intertwined with the knowledge of its vulnerability, of a cherished place undergoing dramatic and heartbreaking transformation.

The Grand Canyon has stood for millennia, a testament to the slow, relentless power of geological forces. It has weathered countless seasons, survived natural events, and inspired generations. While the fires of 2025 have brought immense loss and sorrow to the North Rim, we must also hold onto the hope for renewal. Just as fire can clear the way for new life, perhaps from these ashes will emerge a changed, but still magnificent, landscape.

For now, we hold onto our memories of the North Rim as it was – a place of quiet grandeur, a sanctuary of natural beauty. We await the day when the smoke clears, and we can once again witness its splendor, perhaps with a deeper appreciation for its resilience and the ever-present power of the natural world.

What are your memories of the Grand Canyon's North Rim? Share your thoughts and reflections in the comments below.

Yours for Now Captain Hedges

Title: Follow the Money: Forging the Financial Chains of Nocturnis

 

The coffee is on its third reheat and the sun isn't even a rumor yet over the bayou. Been spending the pre-dawn hours deep in the guts of the Nocturnis City setting, hammering out one of the most critical systems: the flow of money.

In a neo-noir world, wealth isn't just for buying cybernetics or paying for information. It's a measure of power. It’s the wall that separates the struggling PI from the untouchable families who own the skyline. It’s the difference between getting a lead and getting lead poisoning. We needed mechanics that felt like that—gritty, meaningful, and deeply integrated into the world.

We've been building out a D6-based Wealth Factor system on a 1-30 scale. It’s been a fascinating exercise in ranking the city's titans. Where do you place the old-money, land-rich Hedges Family versus the silent, insidious financial web of the Sterlings? How do the street-level rackets of the Barlows compare to the legitimate-but-brutal construction empire of the De Costas? And where, on that scale, does the god-like technological might of Victor Thorne even fit?

We're tying it all directly to the characters. Your starting profession—be it a Channel 6 News Reporter, a Gridiron League player for a Blackwood-owned team, a paramedic wading through the city's carnage, or a simple farmer getting squeezed by the agricultural giants—will set your first rung on that long, bloody ladder. From there, you can spend XP to climb, but every step up has a narrative cost.

It’s coming together. In Nocturnis, every credit has a story, and most of them end in tragedy.

their will even be a land management and business tools for you to use as well. 

Yours For now Captain Hedges.

Rise and Shine with Captain Hedges Captain's Log: An Unexpected Earthly Mission

 

Captain's Log: An Unexpected Earthly Mission

Posted: July 15th

Greetings, Voyagers!

Captain Hedges here, sending a transmission from a terrestrial command post this fine Tuesday, July 15th. As the sun crests the horizon, I know many of you were likely preparing for another "Bayou Tuesday" installment, ready to hear the latest from Bayou Earl and the uncles.

However, sometimes even a captain who navigates the vastness of time and space must answer a call closer to home. A high-priority mission has come up, one that requires my full attention here on this plane of existence. My handler for this particular sector, let's call him 'Uncle Bill,' has become quite the taskmaster. He's insisting I remain at his beck and call, which has unfortunately limited my access to the chronicle logs and my ability to share our usual tales.

In fact, I've had to sneak away just to get this dispatch through to you all!

But this unexpected detour got me thinking. Adventure isn't always about navigating multiverse portals or charting courses through nebulae. Sometimes, the most challenging and rewarding quests are the ones that unfold right here in our daily lives. Conquering a daunting to-do list, managing relationships, and taking care of business—these are all adventures in their own right. They require strategy, courage, and a healthy dose of determination.

So today, instead of a story from the bayou, I'm dedicating this post to all of you embarking on your own real-world adventures. May your tasks be manageable and your day be victorious.

I hope this post finds you well. I may not be able to get back on the chronometer today, but I will do my best to return later in the week with more stories from my travels.

Have a good day.

Yours in Time and Space, Captain Hedges

3 AM Whispers: Strength in the Stillness

 

3 AM Whispers: Strength in the Stillness

Good morning, everyone. It's Tuesday, July 15th, 2025, and it's 3 AM here at the cypress swamp cabin overlooking the Red River in Shreveport, Louisiana. The bayou is holding its breath, hushed and still, a deep quiet broken only by the hum of the night.

In these early, unhurried moments, there’s a unique kind of clarity. It’s a time when the noise of the world hasn’t yet begun, allowing us to find a deeper peace, a quiet strength that prepares us for whatever the day might bring.

This stillness reminds me of a powerful truth found in Isaiah 30:15:

"In quietness and trust is your strength."

At 3 AM, as the world sleeps, this verse offers profound insight. Our true strength isn't always found in frantic activity or loud pronouncements, but often in the quiet moments of trust. It's in laying down our worries, silencing the clamor of our minds, and simply resting in God's presence. From this quiet place, from this deep trust, comes a resilience that can carry us through anything.

As your day begins to stir, carry this whisper with you. Find your strength today not just in what you do, but in the quietness of your spirit and in your unwavering trust in Him.

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I wanted to make sure I got this out to you all now. Please know you're in my thoughts and prayers. Have a blessed Tuesday.

Let's rise and shine with Captain Hedges! Good Monday Morning

 

Good Morning, Swamp Side: A Monday of Cosmic Clocks and Unfolding Care

Let's rise and shine with Captain Hedges! The sun officially graced Shreveport, Louisiana, at 6:07 AM this morning, painting the cypress swamp outside our cabin with its first golden light. It's a beautiful, serene sight – unbothered by the internal rhythms (or lack thereof) that are already defining my day. My coffee is brewing, its aroma a desperate plea for wakefulness, but my mind is already racing through a landscape of new priorities and lingering exhaustion. Sorry for this late post!

You see, caring for the uncles is a 24/7 gig, and their internal clocks operate on entirely different cosmic frequencies. Take Uncle Jerry, for instance. Bless his heart, he was up and dressed by 5:00 AM sharp, probably ready to solve the world's problems before the roosters even considered crowing. Then there's Uncle Bill. He decided to start his day (or continue his night) at 6:00 PM yesterday evening. Yes, you read that right. He's been up all night, and he's already vocalizing his displeasure with the world, particularly about Elon Musk and those riots in California.

And me? Well, I barely managed to drag myself out of bed at 6:00 AM, and I'm still very much in that pre-caffeinated, hazy state of existence. My brain is currently running on dial-up, trying to process the concept of "morning." So here I am, standing by the coffee maker, the glorious aroma of brewing beans slowly filling the air, a beacon of hope for my still-slumbering synapses. But as the coffee drips, both uncles have decided this is prime time for conversation. Uncle Jerry, ever the eager beaver, is already dissecting last night's obscure documentary, while Uncle Bill, in his charmingly gruff morning-after-an-all-nighter voice, is demanding to know why the coffee isn't ready right this second. My internal monologue, however, is screaming one thing: Dear heavens, just let me wake up first!

Beyond the usual Monday morning whirl, there are a few new family matters that have unexpectedly taken center stage. Uncle Bill has to go to the VA hospital today to see the heart doctor so were headed out that way, and it looks like he'll be in there for a while. This is a significant shift for us here in the cabin, and our thoughts are with him for a comfortable stay and a swift return. Additionally, Uncle Jerry has a doctor's appointment coming up tomorrow, Tuesday, and I also need to arrange for a follow-up eye appointment for him.

These new developments mean my focus will be entirely on supporting the family for the next couple of days. Because of this, I wanted to give you all a heads-up that I'll be offline until Wednesday morning. I'll be dedicating my full attention to these immediate needs.

This Monday morning, more than ever, feels like finding my anchor in a rapidly moving swell. Life, much like the bayou, has a way of throwing unexpected currents your way. It reminds us that even amidst personal chaos, the rhythm of care, responsibility, and unwavering resolve must continue.

In Other News from Nocturnis: A Glimpse into the Shadows

On a different note, while navigating today's real-world currents, I've also been busy behind the scenes for our Nocturnis City Campaign! I've managed to recover a significant number of old posts from the original website concerning my new Nocturnis series I am devolving. These haven't just been recovered; they've been meticulously rewritten and adapted to fit seamlessly into the rich, dark tapestry of Nocturnis.

Each of these upcoming tales will carry a potent byline: "There are 666,666,666 people in this city, and this is but just one of their stories." Get ready, because the shadows of Nocturnis are about to reveal some truly chilling narratives.

I wanted to get this out to you because I don't know if I will be able to get back online later.

Yours, Captain Hedges