Tag: 3
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Return
It wasn’t until I was on the train home that the ideas were clarified. The feelings that had been touched upon were given words and sorted into their right locations again. I knew the transition had occurred and that life would never be the same again, and that somehow the purpose of discovery had opened…
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The Oracle
They were old things. Neolithic. Repurposed. Because no one knew what they had originally been for. This was the oldest of the cabinets. Small, with a dark and carven door. Squat and unprepossessing. Easily ignored. He pointed it out to me, “Have you seen that yet?” I shook my head. He opened the door and…
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The Tower Bends
The light caught her heels as she stepped ahead of me along the path, turning the corner, all I saw were her heels and ankles as she entered the deeper woods. When I got to the place on the path where I’d seen her, she had already been absorbed in the forest. Movies had shown…
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Hairball
After the visit to the archivist I really had lost my bearings. The idea of PW was changing as I explored this other side of the project. Was it actually pure research or was there a sinister agenda that had set all this in motion so I’d be contributing by my research invovement in a…
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Jewel on the Turban
After the windstorm, the sun shone bright that cold morning. Bundled inside, I watched the tops of trees and buildings like eastern temples illuminated in gold. I’d seen the jewelled turban decorations of the eastern potentates now held in private collections, put on display to the world in a museum. Did the jewels hold any…
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Forest in the Cabinet
The trees reflected on the glass of the bookcase, making it appear as if the glass case enclosed a living forest with branches moving in the wind’s waves. But the light was muted, for this glass wasn’t a true mirror. Still the reflection appeared to have some life force in it, a little more than…
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Coming and Going
Coming and going, entering into those human trials and tribulations, joy in those who know the beauty of life, sorrow with those who are in disappointment, the soul travels through all minds and hearts – aware of the interplay or lost in immersion in the minds and hearts of others. Either together as a group…
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Spiritual Legacy, Lost?
All the cabinets were each a magician’s long-lasting home. And each object held a part of a magician’s breath, in form as an inhabitant. The cabinets creaked with the whispered echoes of ancient incantations, as if voices were trapped in the wood grain itself. A peculiar fragrance emanated from their interiors—a blend of dried herbs,…