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Isle … Stuart France

*  Standing in the waves, looking out to the west, a mysterious island appears on the horizon… * We swam and we swam O’ how we swam over the sea to the isle of Clear-Glass. * Continue reading at Stuart … Continue reading

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Son of Chaos… Stuart France

* There is a sound in my room. It should be a commentary for the visuals which play upon the walls just below the ceiling but it warbles like a wayward tape machine in my soft, pink, newly formed ears. … Continue reading

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The Rotating Blade of Meaning (8) – Final Part ~ Steve Tanham

In the preceding parts of this series (see below for full list) we have seen how Arthur M. Young, inventor and chief engineer of Bell’s early helicopter design, was convinced that it was possible to construct a ‘map of human … Continue reading

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A parting gift…

I saw the sunrise warm the curves of your body. I have seen you glimmering, damp with sea-spray, and standing on the high moors surrounded by heather. I have felt secure in your embrace, safe from the cares of the … Continue reading

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Free Passage?… Stuart France

* ‘It’s easy,’ she had said, ‘you believe the other-world to be greater than this one…’ ‘Do I?’ ‘You believe those that have passed can still see you…’ ‘That’s true.’ ‘…but you can’t see them?’ ‘Not ordinarily, no.’ ‘So there … Continue reading

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The Gift… Stuart France

* It is possible to box almost anything. Thoughts… Ideas… Emotions… In this way a whole life may be compartmentalised into secure, bounded segments of much more manageable proportions. Bite sized pieces. Or even, ‘shots’. * Continue reading at Stuart … Continue reading

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Brain Fog… Stuart France

* Months it has taken. Months of meticulous research… Meetings in the darkest of disreputable corners where conspiracies are born and take fevered flight across stormy nights. All roads lead to the lair of the Black Beast. That fell apparition … Continue reading

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Shine…

Have you ever thought how fragmented we are most of the time? Bits of our attention are given or called here and there, certain of our skills and talents required but seldom more than that. If I am asked to … Continue reading

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La Chapelle Verte… Stuart France

* All stands hidden Out-of-sight At the heart of the cavernous world. * All lies sequestered Black but comely In the cavernous heart of man. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Space Time…

* ‘…You may as well know now you are far more likely to see the spiritual than you are to read it. The spirit came first and we learned to see before we learned to read. It is nigh on … Continue reading

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