Tag Archives: esoteric

Practicum…

Posted on February 19, 2019 by

* This being the case, it might well be worthwhile experimenting with some of these letters. * In the first instance we can visualise the letters Heh and Yod shortly before retiring to bed. * Continue reading at France and … Continue reading →

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Harvest of Wyrms… Stuart France

Posted on February 19, 2019 by

* ‘The Witch’, they called her but she minded not, tending to her herbs and the animals and birds which nature’s highest intelligence brought to the garden of her single roomed house knowing her abilities to hold and to heal… … Continue reading →

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Encryption… Stuart France

Posted on February 17, 2019 by

* Now they had unleashed the hounds the outcome of the chase was inevitable. One shard of memory alone held hope… Slipping into the museum without paying could only encourage capture… The dark arches spoke of deep secrets too arcane … Continue reading →

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A Trigonometry of Seeming… Stuart France

Posted on February 14, 2019 by

* The gnomon holds a special position in the annals of architecture: It is to time what the fulcrum is to movement. * Would, then, movement be anything without time? * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Moving Finger… Stuart France

Posted on February 13, 2019 by

* The moving finger, tells, the time… * “The moving finger tells the time, what?” * Continue reading at Stuart France

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…not as we know it. ~ Stuart France

Posted on February 11, 2019 by

* …Moments later the bars of blue light shimmered into three tightly clad figures. Kirk, glanced expectantly around the room and sighed. Spock arched a well manicured eye-brow skyward. “An empty writing room,” pronounced Sulu, somewhat redundantly. Kirk’s hand held … Continue reading →

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Scryer of Time… Stuart France

Posted on February 10, 2019 by

* Scryer of Time. On sky weathered stone our accidental tourist  has stepped through long horned, shaggy coated, cattle to glean and ponder the sun in rippled grain: no shadow cast from this bright interior’s sheen the mountain top of … Continue reading →

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Cave-Dweller… Stuart France

Posted on February 9, 2019 by

* I am the Imp Black…Stark My electric-blue eyes Can see clearly In the dark… * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Bone Age… Stuart France

Posted on February 5, 2019 by

* Three skulls. Three lives. Three deaths. * One life for the minerals, substance of earth. One life for the flowers, blossom of soul. One life for the animals, projection of dream. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Tom Banjo… Stuart France

Posted on February 4, 2019 by

* Down the dark stairwell,  a silent progress plotted. ‘Twas death in that  house were Tom but spotted. …He reached the door, a tree clad Owl hooted. Three seconds more and Tom was Seven League Booted. One stride it took … Continue reading →

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