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‘Claims to ancient reach’?…

Arbor Low and Stanton Moor Imbolc 001 (15)

Throughout the books written with Stuart France there are visions; moments of a past long fled that ‘Wen’ still sees written in the ancient stone of the landscape and within the circles of the Old Ones. They come when they will, flooding her consciousness with something that may be no more than imagination, no more than a waking dream… or perhaps they are shadows that are cast across the face of time…

The stone is warm beneath her back. Above her the clear blue of the sky is powdered with clouds, barely moving. It is sheltered here in the circle, the earthen banks of the henge protecting the centre from the ceaseless assault of the winds in this high place.

She closes her eyes and waits, feet towards the centre, hands crossed on her breast, relaxing each muscle, each limb in turn, breathing deeply of the clear air.

The shift comes. The world falls away. She can see her companion through closed eyes, across the circle, mirroring her. She does not need to look to feel his presence.

On the screen of inner sight a single glowing point of light that seems farther than the farthest star, yet closer than the sun. Between her and the light nothing but the streaks of passage… a stream of movement, as of a million suns caught racing comets in the blackness of space. A wormhole… dragons… serpents aflame with brilliance… a tunnel through which she is rushing faster than the light itself, falling inwards, forwards, upwards… she does not know.

Then a figure blocking the brightness… a dark silhouette against the torchlight and the tang of smoke. A hand extended, smiling eyes unseen but felt. She takes the hand, stiff after the long vigil in the chill of night, accepting assistance to regain her feet.

The grass is cold, frost biting her bare toes. Above, a million stars streak across the heavens. It is done. The old one smiles, raising his hand…

Continue reading at The Silent Eye

‘And how…’

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“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?… The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.”

Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn , The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956

‘…the thick of it’…

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“We know they’re lying, they know that we know they’re lying

and still they continue to lie.”

Alexander Solzhenitsyn.

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“If the ‘Peace-Process’ has been pursued with such obvious success

over the last twenty-years…

Why wouldn’t we be more than willing to comply with their ‘Health-Process’?”

Count Jack Black

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 A Questionable Science:

Love and Death in the Time of COVID 

by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey

‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions. 

Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…

…They were all in there!

Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.

Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.

If you have ever wondered why all the public houses were shut.

You had better pull up a chair…

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Now available in paperback and Kindle formats on Amazon

 

 

 

Grand-Solar-Minimum…

*

Big Bee was packing…

“Haruppa,” said Teigue-the-Fool.

“Trunks,” said Big Bee carefully placing a mental tick on his list…

“The Myceneans,” continued Teigue doing likewise.

“Goggles,” went on Big Bee…

“The Tang, Shang, Hang and Yuwen Dynasties,” countered Teigue.

“Snorkel,” laughed Big Bee, recalling much happier times…

“And the Mayans!” finished Teigue with something of a flourish.

“What about them?” asked Big Bee, finally acknowledging the somewhat cryptic utterances of his advisor in chief.

“They’re all empires which collapsed when things got colder,” said Teigue, with a sly grin flicking the edges of his thin mouth.

“Well, I’m counting on a little sunshine, for the next six weeks at least,” smiled Big Bee.

“Don’t forget these,” said Teigue waving wood and cat-gut at him.

“Ah, princess tippy-toes she, erm, she doesn’t play tennis,” grimaced Big Bee with no little regret.

“They’re snow-shoes,” said Teigue-the-Fool, quietly…

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 A Questionable Science:

Love and Death in the Time of COVID 

by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey

‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions. 

Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…

…They were all in there!

Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.

Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.

If you have ever wondered why all the public houses are shut.

You had better pull up a chair…

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Now available in paperback and Kindle formats on Amazon

‘Tub-Thumping’…

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‘O Mister Wot

What have you got?

Are they the keys to Browning Street

In your back pock…’

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“Infernal racket!” A bleary-eyed Big Bee emerged from beneath the cushions of his couch and blinked in the over-bearing light of the bunker.

“Ever so sorry, sire,” smiled Teigue-the-Fool, “I didn’t realise you were still here.”

“Trying to think,” said Big Bee.

“Ah, you may need more than silence to navigate this little predicament.”

“But we have more than silence,” smirked Big Bee.

“Another one bites the dust?”

“Nothing like a minister falling on his sword to keep the vultures away, what…”

“What’s Wot got to do with it?”

“What indeed,” grinned Big Bee and said nothing.

“Oh, I get it,” hazarded Teigue, carefully placing a finger on the corner of his mouth, “no body is talking about the six hundred million lateral flow test results that went missing.”

“Missing?” laughed Big Bee.

“Lost?” said Teigue, raising his finger in the air.

“Deliberately destroyed to preserve the pro-lock-down narrative.”

“Can I quote you on that, sire?”

“Don’t be silly, Teigue, of course not.”

*

… ‘O Mister Wot

Just like Pol-Pot

The trail of deaths

Lie hidden from the flock…’

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 A Questionable Science:

Love and Death in the Time of COVID 

by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey

‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions. 

Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…

…They were all in there!

Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.

Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.

If you have ever wondered why all the public houses are shut.

You had better pull up a chair…

*

Now available in paperback and Kindle formats on Amazon

 

 

 

Pants on Fire…

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Big Bee entered his bunker, ripped the overlarge black mask from his chops,

and collapsed into his comfort chair.

“How went it?” asked Teigue-the-Fool.

“Could have been better,” mumbled Big Bee into his chest and then, brightening somewhat, “how did it look from this end?”

“It couldn’t have looked much worse, sire,” said Teigue.

“Really, how so?”

“The Main Stream Media showed pictures and extended video footage of the after photo-shoot party.”

“They did, huh?”

“They did. When quizzed about social distancing and numbers one of your ministers tried to claim there were less than thirty people there. When that blatant untruth was exposed he admitted that government business had always followed different rules than those the general populace had to follow.”

“Something of a Barnard Castle moment, then?”

“Times ten, sire, times ten.”

“That bad, you think?”

“Given that parliament does follow social distancing rules, it’s pretty much an admission that no government business takes place there.”

“Is that how it’s being interpreted?”

“By the political intelligentsia… Yup!”

“Only one thing for it then,” said Big Bee charging from the bunker without his mask.

“You turn if you want to…” muttered Teigue. The bunker was only sporadically filled by his cacophonous laughter.

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 A Questionable Science:

Love and Death in the Time of COVID 

by Stuart France and G. Michael Vasey

‘The Gallows and Gibbet Inn’, proclaimed the sign, which singular nominal ought really to have aroused, if not my shackles then, at least my suspicions. 

Too late, Anu was already tugging me over the threshold into the warmth, and the light, and the sound of voices, and music…

…They were all in there!

Black Jack Davey… Teigue-the-Fool… The Miller’s Son… The Sorcerer’s Apprentice… H.R.H. the Lord of the Elements, and one-hundred-and-one other far less savoury characters.

Most of them in their cups. Reprobates all! And what a tale they had to tell.

If you have ever wondered why all the public houses are shut.

You had better pull up a chair…

*

Now available in paperback and Kindle formats on Amazon