there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in Basic Ideology on Mar 1st, 2010
I am guilty, Lord, but I am also a lover — and I am one of your best people, as you know; and yea tho I have walked in many strange shadows and acted crazy from time to time and even drooled on many High Priests, I have not been an embarrassment to you…
-Dr. Hunter [...]
Wow, I had no idea how long it had been since I had posted an entry here. What can I say, sometimes life just catches up with you.
This is not to say that I stopped writing all together. I’ve made a lot of headway on my two big fiction projects, The [...]
Posted in Basic Ideology on Dec 11th, 2009
The way of the Sufi is to embrace the joy of the essence of God in everything, and every aspect of everything. The best times and the worst times. Rumi expresses this supreme joy:
I am a lover of both His benevolence and severity!
Amazing it is that I’m in love with these opposites!
Jack
I [...]
Posted in Basic Ideology on Jul 28th, 2009
The tracks always come back. Rumi. Shams. Wine and Dance and God. Was there ever really anything else? Since I first discovered Sufism as an adolescent, the dervish spin never left me. The idea that one can get so close, become so consumed in the flame, and love every [...]
Posted in Fragments on Jun 24th, 2009
Richard Matheson wrote What Dreams May Come in 1978, as a love story to his wife. It pops up every so often in my life, and reminds me of the things that I love, and gives me hope. I may disappear from time to time, but it is within my nature to run. [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 24th, 2009
I see. You are tired. Tired of your delusional life and your ‘doctor’s’ pineal poisons. This is admirable. To hold ones own memories as only the Aesir can.
Posted in off-topic on Feb 14th, 2009
Today being the wonderful and dreadful February the 14th, made me tihnk I should talk about Saint Valentine a little. The Saint Valentine that we celebrate this day for is, oddly enough, unremarkable. Almost nothing is known of the man, other than his burial place.
There were, however, literally dozens of “Saint [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 11th, 2009
If you’ve been following along, you have probably noticed that the main characters of the story are riddled with drug and alcohol abuse issues. Well, here’s a little attempt at explanation.
As a child, I loved the ideas of magic, especially alchemy. When I was 3 or 4 years old, I would make “potions” [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 2nd, 2009
“Minus… He doesn’t think. He just moves. Do you know how he can always make things work with so little thought?”
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Jan 13th, 2009
This is the twelfth section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first six, you might want to start here.
Jane Takes Matters
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Jane awoke to find Minus sound asleep. There was a note on the table beside the sofa bed. It read:
“Jane.
I spoke with my uncle not long ago. I needed more [...]
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