Lovey, dark and deep…

Just who do you turn to if you truly suspect that the country that you live in is being secretly taken over by Nazis? The answer, as I found out, was nobody. In the real world, the one that professed to exist outside the ward, few would pay much attention to such a claim. What... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

This was the last food that I remember from Sandham: Potato waffles Scrambled eggs and beans YoghurtsFruit juice   Red lentil, chickpea and chilli (v)  Roast lamb, roast potatoes, carrots, peas and mint sauce Sweet potato curry (v) Apple shortcakes  Southern fried chicken, wedges and corn on the cob  Orange Pavlova  Toast and drinks. It’s strange,... Continue Reading →

Lovely, Dark and Deep…

Sometimes your characters surprise you.  It is easy to fall into the obvious escape narrative. As humans, our psyche dictates that we are  running away from some imminent threat just as much as we are unknowingly running towards some other threat. It’s probably a species memory from when we were pre-meal morsels for much bigger and... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

I remember the strangest of things, stuff that neuros don’t tend to notice. Faces are my best. I can tell if a neuro is masking, but not if they are wearing a mask. There’s all that ‘old saying’ nonsense about eyes being the gateways to the soul, but obviously I don’t think that way. Eyes... Continue Reading →

The Eye in the Sky

An interesting post.

Mythology and Symbolism

It seemed appropriate that my first entry here should center around something that is very dear to me: the Hawk.

To begin with, Hawks are not as popular in mythology as some of their peers, such as Eagles and Falcons, though occasionally Hawks and Falcons can be sort of “interchanged”. This is something that I’ve always found frustrating, because a single source can describe Horus as a falcon-headed man and then also refer to the hawk of Horus (in regards to the form of his head). I find it helps to keep in mind that most of the old mythologies (especially ancient Egypt) spanned long periods of time and great distances, were not all written down, and were revised again and again. But I feel like that might be verging on another topic, so let’s get back to the Hawk, shall we?

Across the board, Hawks are seen as messengers…

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A is for Apocalyse…

Something had nudged me from sleep. The night was still with us. I imagined that I could hear the other boys sleeping deeply in their rooms as I had been doing before a noise had crept into my sleeping space and encouraged me to sleep no more. My curtains had been open as I don’t... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

Silence has many different levels of meaning. To some it means just what it says, a complete absence of sound. In that type of silence you can hear absolutely nothing and I would have a major problem with such a unresponsive definition because it is just so plainly not true. When we think that we... Continue Reading →

A is for Apocalypse…

I don’t believe in things that go bump in the night. There is always an explanation, for everything. Take the universe. It just did not happen because some strange deity, who had not even thought of a name for itself, deemed it so.  The universe began because all the energy that was ever around was gathered... Continue Reading →

History Classes…

We started to line up for our food. One meter apart was the rule, and no touching anyone else. For the younger boys this was as impossible as understanding poetry or those things called themes in Shakespeare. It was the same for me when I was younger. I would smash pens, turn over desks and... Continue Reading →

Man Is Born Free…

And that is why the past repeats itself…

Read After Burnout

But everywhere he is in chains.

Jean Jacques Rousseau

It is a universal truth that mankind likes to have boundaries. We need laws, rules, and expectations. We need codes and conventions, rights and wrongs. We need punishments and discipline. We need codes of conduct and commandments. We need an ironclad God, gods, tyrants, or merely dictators. We need to be kept in our places, controlled by our duties, and kept from ourselves. Why?

Because we are creatures of excess. Once we’ve tasted the fruit we wish for it everyday. We then wish for more fruit. And in addition to that, we wish for fruit that is fermenting or has fermented. Once ‘off our tits’ we either fight or slumber. We are the beast that knows itself to be werewolf and, in knowing, chains itself to the walls each time the full moon threatens.

We are also the most idle inheritors…

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