Solve et Coagula
Originally posted on No Time Like…:
A teacher stands in front of a class of high schoolers with a $20 bill, he asks them if they want the money, a chorus of yeses rings around the classroom. He screws it up and throws it on the floor, and asks them again, another resounding round of…
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
This weekend saw the monthly meeting of the Silent Eye in the north of England… a time when we reconnect, share and explore ideas and discuss plans for the four workshops we run every year. Work is already well under way for Lord of the Deep, the April workshop,…
Golden key upon a locked box, attracts me to that which lies within, Yet my thoughts are garbled, and flooded by those akin, One turn the lid opens, a dove released and stares through my sheltered eyes, stoking the heart’s fire, diminishing the lies Breathing in new life, the baptist arrives, to wash and cleanse […]
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* “The Eternal City of Uruk… See how its ramparts gleam like copper in the sun… Climb the ancient staircases up stone more ancient than mind… Approach the Temple of Eanna… Sacred precinct of the Goddess Ishtar… Her priestesses stand laughing and chatting flushed with joy… Ready to serve…
A provocative and sensual streaming from Jan, reblogged here. https://strangegoingsonintheshed.wordpress.com/2018/07/20/the-texture-of-emotion/
Read More The Texture of EmotionI am writing this as a response to Sue Vincents Thursday’s Photo Prompt. I continue to follow the theme of the beloved, and meeting the divine, as my awakening spirit is delighted with this exploration. Solve My eyes were trying to follow the steps of stone along the steep incline and yet wanting to look […]
Read More SolveThere I was laying in a lush green meadow, enveloped within the leaves of tall grass, wet with moisture from the morning dew… and in willful surrender to the divine… A lovely man with long dark hair wearing a white Indian Sherwani and sandals, walked up to me…. Hello, he said… I answered in kind… […]
Read More The BelovedI am writing a story in response to Ester Chilton’s prompt on the topic of phones. I was immediately inspired because of my Fathers relationship with the phone, which I think is very special. Thank you for the opportunity to share his interest. My Father Abraham, who is in his mid-eighties, lives alone and yet always […]
Read More Abraham and the PhoneFor the past few days, I have been contemplating the tree with colored ribbons. It reminds me of a tree in the garden where my sister and I would take walks whenever we had the opportunity to be together. Contemplating those memories, the best were of our tree adorned with ornaments during the holidays at […]
Read More The GardenThe Garden For the past few days, I have been contemplating the tree with colored ribbons. It reminds me of a tree in the garden where my sister and I would take walks whenever we had the opportunity to be together. Contemplating those memories, the best were of our tree adorned with ornaments during the […]
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Jordy’s Streamings 