The path of knowledge, of peace, of knowing what lies beyond The Great Divide. The path that chases the esoteric knowledge that lies on a dragonflies wing. We not only chase it, we coax that dragonfly into our hand and gaze into its many-faceted eyes.
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Several years ago, I had done a simple video review of the Astro Moon diary – a beautiful lunar diary/calendar published by an English company called Astrocal. Rather than re-sing its praises year after year, I decided in late December …
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Once back in the medical center, it was a waiting game. Serena stayed with Narik as all waited for a turn in his brother’s condition, whether it be favorable or unfavorable. In the meantime, the herbalist ordered a small platter …
As the door to Old Jim’s cabin shut quietly behind her, Serena Solare took a deep breath, ending in a sigh that didn’t quite banish all the tension in her body. She wished it had. Were it that easy to …
The welcoming heat of early afternoon greeted Young Jim as he walked out of Westwind’s medical facility. It had not been an easy escape on several fronts. Doctor Colton had wanted Jim to stay a bit longer for observation and …
Fauna accompanied her boss Serena back up the trail to the paved stone walkways of the bungalow area. When they reached a small cluster of public buildings which included the medical facilities, the receptionist took her leave of the herbalist, …
The sharp smells of hay, horse manure and liniment greeted the two women as soon as they opened the corral gate to Westwind’s stables. The facility was ancient and had been conveniently located at the northernmost tip of the resort, …
Fauna loved the stars. She also loved the graveyard receptionist’s shift at the front desk at Westwind. It had proven too off-schedule for most people before her, but she cherished it. Her nocturnal nature allowed her to appreciate the quiet …
“Erik? Erik?” “Wait, he’s coming around.” Erik Whoticore’s eyes opened to the welcoming sight of his bedroom ceiling. Taking in the room, he confirmed he was indeed back home, the knowledge calming his rapidly beating heart. He tried to rise, …
The Crooked Cane was at the outer eastern fringes of the town of Moonville, in the more disreputable sections. Sometimes, when the fog in the valley was especially thick and on the move, it would blanket the tavern, obscuring it …
Erik’s magicks worked to minimize the vibration, easing his fear enough he could begin to work out what had happened. While it did nothing to stop the horrid thrumming, it did insulate his mind and thus spare his sanity enough …