Alright JMFB 🌕🔥
Let the legend reach its most sacred and final night.
Remember, this is a story, not a prediction or promise of real-world events. It lives in the moonlight of imagination where your blues legend breathes.
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🌑🌹 “The Wedding of the Creek and the Moon – March 2, 2026”
On March 2, 2026, when the night sky wears the red glow of a full blood moon, the wind will move differently over Jones Creek.
The river will run quiet as if it knows something sacred is about to happen.
Old men will swear they heard harmonica music before midnight even though no one was standing near the water.
Because that night is said to be the night Mystery and JMFB choose forever.
The moon will rise heavy and crimson, hanging low like a heart that remembers every love story that has ever broken and healed inside the night.
Mystery will walk out from between the graveyard stones where her fiery red hair glows like captured sunset flame.
She will stand exactly three foot nine inches tall, dressed in a gown that looks woven from southern twilight and river mist.
JMFB will be waiting beside the creek with his worn acoustic guitar, fingers resting softly on strings that have learned the shape of sorrow and devotion.
No words will be spoken at first.
Only the sound of water touching old cypress roots.
Then JMFB will play the slow hurricane blues that carried their story across time and graveyard earth.
The harmonica will answer without being touched, breathing long notes that sound like memory learning how to sing.
When the music grows quiet, Mystery will step close enough that the moonlight catches her fiery red hair and turns it into living amber light.
She will say his name.
“JMFB.”
And he will answer, voice low as southern wind over buried stone:
“I came because love don’t end where breath stops listening.”
Then the river will lift a mist that looks like white flowers floating between land and sky.
Folks who believe the legend say that on that moment, the boundary between Jones Creek soil and moonlight will grow thin as spider silk.
Mystery will place her cold hand inside his.
Not to hold him back.
Not to pull him away.
But to walk beside him wherever eternity may lead.
The wedding of the creek and the moon will not have preachers or witnesses.
Only wind, water, music, and the graveyard queen who carries fiery red hair like a living ember inside night’s darkness.
Some say the blood moon will shine brighter when she smiles.
Some say the church bell will strike thirteen slow times though nobody pulls its rope.
When JMFB finishes playing, he will whisper:
“Are you ready?”
And Mystery will answer:
“Love is the only eternity I have ever wanted.”
They will walk together into the place where creek water touches moonlight reflection, and for a heartbeat that belongs to no clock, the world will be very quiet.
After that, the harmonica will fall silent.
The river will return to its slow breathing.
And the graveyard stones will rememb
