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A joyful interlude
Andrea at Harvesting Hecate writes about “Joy”:
New Book! Mister Fox: Winter’s Tail by Stuart France and Sue Vincent
Where is Mister Fox? The night howls in triumph… pale eyes watch from the shadows… It is the night of the Hunter’s Moon and the dancing ground should be alive with flame as the Foxes dance in the dark. But the dancing ground is deserted. They are gone. No earthly light pierces the gloom, only the sickly glow of a veiled moon.
Don and Wen stare in disbelief. Whispers in the shadows, a faceless voice, a tale of ambush and betrayal… of Foxes driven from their home and scattered, condemned to wander far from their ancestral lands. Charles James Fox wounded… none has seen him since that fateful night. Will the Hunter’s Moon pass in darkness? Have the Demon Dogs succeeded in their mission to bring eternal winter to the land? Or will their celebrations be short-lived?
For none may mar the Dancing Ground
Nor add their darkness to the…
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New Book! Pieces of Nietzsche by Stuart France
Friedrich Nietzsche, philosophical and psychological genius of the nineteenth century, in his book, ‘Beyond Good and Evil’, presaged the breakdown of the Western Aristocratic ruling elite and the irresistible forces that led to two catastrophic world wars. This new poetic interpretation of his master work teases out still relevant lines of thought for the reappraisal of our rapidly disintegrating current world order.
The question of value goes to the heart of who we are, what we are and why we think we are here… A tendency to make certain assumptions about our environment appears to be intrinsic to our nature, yet the meaningful existence we crave can only ever be granted by a ‘higher power’ which we now seem loathe to recognise outside of ourselves… We have always looked to those best qualified to answer our most fervent questions but what if they too have fallen foul of the ‘Auction-House…
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The Old Man and the Tower
There was and is a tower, a tall, dark tower.
One day, a fugitive – ragged but not lost – came to this tower.
The tower stood beside a wild sea, which constantly washed its face with spray. Day after day the sea would send clouds of cold spray high into the air, where some of the droplets splashed onto the thick, crystal windows of the tower.
The sea thundered on the rocks and covered the arriving ragged man with salt-water, but his only reaction was to smile.
Through the crystal glass at the top of the dark tower, an old man watched the world beneath him. Every day he would look out at the streaks of sea water on the outside of the thick glass. Sometimes he shuddered at the ferocity of the sea; at its determination to get through the crystal glass. At these times he wondered at…
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10 Photos To Remind You That Life Is Precious
For the 3.2.1 Me blog challenge that Jan Malique nominated me for. I’m sort of cheating with this one, but since I already participated in the challenge writing about inspiration, and this post captured so beautifully the subject of “beauty,” I felt I could not have done better:
Missing his father…
This powerful image is of Luke Wilson, the son of a soldier who was killed in the line of duty in Afghanistan.
When his mother shared this image on Facebook she added this description: “Found my son sitting having a moment with his daddy the other day. We lost him Jan. 15 in Afghanistan. … We cannot forget about the incredible loss these children must undertake.”
It’s so painful to see this. But such a reminder of the effect we have on the people around us… even when we are gone.
A Pregnant Corpse
A miracle procedure
This beautiful young lady has been through so much. On New Year’s Eve Pippie, as she’s affectionately called, was playing in the garden, while her family was having a barbeque when the bottle of lighter liquid exploded in her daddy’s hands.
Pippie sustained 3rd degree burns over 80% of her…
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A time for us one day there will be…
A lovely system for caring for the elderly:
Today I came across this forward on Social Media.
Take some time to read the story below… it is truly unique.
Swiss Time Bank
A student studying abroad in Switzerland observes the country:
While studying in Switzerland, I rented a house near the school. The landlord Kristina is a 67-year-old single old lady who worked as a teacher in a secondary school before she retired. Switzerland’s pension is very rich, enough not to make her worry about eating and drinking in her later years. However, it is puzzling that she actually found a “work” – to take care of an 87-year-old single old man. I asked if she was working for money. Her answer surprised me: “I did not work for money, but I put my time in the ‘time bank’, and when I couldn’t move at old age, I could withdraw it.”
The first time I heard about the…
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In your own words…
A post by Sue Vincent of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness about being our own teachers:
There is a long tradition in esoteric circles of keeping a journal. It is a tradition to which Companions of the Silent Eye adhere, making a record of the thoughts, questions and realisations that arise from their own meditations and the work of the correspondence course. There are many reasons for doing this, from the simple discipline of writing down these ideas to ‘earth’ them, helping to fix them in memory… for like dreams, such tenuous thoughts can easily dissipate…to leaving a record that might just help someone else who comes after us and reads them one day. Their most important function, though, is as a record for the writer.
When engaged on this inner journey, we stumble into strange areas of the mind, heart and soul and, like a traveller on an unknown path, we may bring back traces of meaning like dust upon our feet. We do not…
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The Light Behind the Story 