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Amid Night Suns: April 2014
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This blog and its contents are inspired by and owe a massive debt to the author Christopher Knowles, who’s exemplary work on secretsun.blogspot.com has pushed me further than I thought possible. The following posts will all resonate or owe a debt to this author’s work in one way or another. Thursday, 24 April 2014. Beyond the Waking City. I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen. Twice in the feeding sea, grown. Stale of Adam's brine until, vision. Of new man strength, I seek the sun. The goal is t...
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infinite alchemy: May 2010
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This blog is an occult thriller that explores the hidden connections between self/world, madness/genius, fiction/fact - and the true nature of our reality that is being engineered by sinister forces. Friday, 21 May 2010. Like treasure, it felt. Like finding treasure. But something was missing. She smiled again, slung the duffel bag over her shoulder, and left the bedroom. I’m ready now, daddy, ready to come back home. Touch me with those nimble fingers and I’ll show you a new world. Echoes of ‘. It didn&...
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Voices from the Fiction: The Imaginal Moth
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Voices from the Fiction. Sunday, 17 October 2010. You are very aware now that you are connected to realms beyond and yet coexistent with your own. You are looking back on your life and you are realising just how much truth you had amassed, but it was truth you could not accept that you knew. Almost, you wanted to hide from how much you understood. Can you see that this is so? Yeah, I guess. This is just life. Ok, is this why there are so many wars? That’s why people are willing to kill and be kille...
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infinite alchemy: Chapter Thirty-Three
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This blog is an occult thriller that explores the hidden connections between self/world, madness/genius, fiction/fact - and the true nature of our reality that is being engineered by sinister forces. Saturday, 2 October 2010. 8220;Wait here, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”. Serima glanced through the partition window, at Prayer locked in the darkness. The girl was rummaging through opened boxes. 8220;Are you gonna tell him about all this? Serima nodded. “Hurry back.”. Charlotte was pretty, slightly plump...
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Voices from the Fiction: Seeing in the Dark
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Voices from the Fiction. Saturday, 23 October 2010. Seeing in the Dark. But, even though I hold back information sometimes, it is not to lead you astray – it is to guide you forward. If you sense that this is not so then you must call me on it. The same applies for anything else you connect with in perception. Ok, we’ll try to remember that. Ok, how do we get closer to a ‘truer’ vision of the goddess? Ok We get that. Sometimes I wish we hadn’t bothered. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am someone wh...
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Voices from the Fiction: October 2010
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Voices from the Fiction. Sunday, 24 October 2010. Because eternity is a long time, and eventually the acausal heart yearns to discover itself again. I will attempt to elucidate this insight with a story. I shall speak of the Paradox Working. The Magus suspected that the beginning of their realm and the very end of it were the exact SAME moment. Through this understanding he was able to cause a manipulation of this fact and a warping of the beginning and end of their culture. Saturday, 23 October 2010.
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Amid Night Suns: December 2013
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This blog and its contents are inspired by and owe a massive debt to the author Christopher Knowles, who’s exemplary work on secretsun.blogspot.com has pushed me further than I thought possible. The following posts will all resonate or owe a debt to this author’s work in one way or another. Thursday, 12 December 2013. Can there not be a government in which the majorities do not virtually decide right and wrong, but conscience? Why has every man a conscience then? On the Duty of Civil Disobedience', 1849,.
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Blinding Black: Chapter Twenty-Five
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010. Twilight was beginning to take the sky. Celia was kneeled in the courtyard behind. At her mother’s grave. The rose she’d left before was withering now. She took it in her hand and began silently picking off the petals. She glanced at the inscription on the stone cross. 8220;I hope you’re proud of me,” she muttered, “I hope you’re proud of what I’ve done to the woman I love…”. She watched as the rose petals crawled in the breeze, across the courtyard, amongst the other graves.
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Blinding Black: Chapter Twenty-Six
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010. She was searching, seeking, but there was no meaning in this world. Seeking truth meant discovering madness, chaos. If there was a divine world beyond what she could see, then it was. A world of chaos, in which there was no use for compassion or an understanding of human suffering. Celia wanted to bear her frailty with pride to that world, and to Louise, but she knew it would crush her. How was she any different from the women that came before her? Why seek, why search? Celia w...
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Blinding Black: Chapter Seventeen
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010. Beneath the hot water of the shower Louise touched the ugly scar just under her left breast. She had been crying; stupid, weak tears. What was happening to Celia, to both of them? The dissolution of their beautiful dependency? Something dangerously real was happening to her baby girl. It made Celia feel in control to protect her; then she didn’t have to face anything. Celia talked to her like a goddamn writer, and made love to her like a writer. She remembered their knives.
