What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.
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The more you track you dreams, the more you are likely to see familiar and repeating layouts and figures in your dream(…)
Author: Morgan Daimler
Publisher: Moon Books
Copyright: 2012
ISBN: 9781780999692
Synopsis:
Where the Hawthorn Grows is a reflection on being an Irish reconstructionist Druid in America. It looks at who the(…)
I’m always interested in finding a way to improve my learning of Irish Gaelic so when I fine something new on Litríocht or (…)
The beads are a familiar heavy weight on my arm. He questions why I don’t have them tucked in a pocket this time. “Touch is the first sense I was able to recover when I arrived in the Abyss. When we… I… was in floating parts of flesh and thought, those things that were physically touching me were closer than other things. I want to be able to recover myself at once.”
“Still terrified?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
3,656 words.
These are charms from the Carmina Gadelica that have been modernized and made pagan. They can be used to help gain justice or to win in court, or to otherwise overcome legal difficulties. The person wishing to perform these charms should(…)
“Why are you here?” “Asmodel.”
A sudden brightness pours over me. I suddenly feel flesh and air and clothes and cold stone bruising my knees and Snake standing behind me and beads in my hands. I look up to see the throne and the one seated on the throne is gone. The podium remains however.
3,990 words.
“What’s the unofficial word, Officer?” I just smiled as warmly as I could, and wondered what else did the official word say about me.
The officer chuckled. “You showing up is like watching the TARDIS materialize. You’s pretty. But the day just got shot to shit.” He was almost apologetic in his tone. My legitimate laughter placed him at ease.
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My monthly blog for Moon books is up http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/spirits-of-place-in-the-home/ looking at how we connect to spirits of place and why(…)
It’s been a while…
The land is all warmed up again. Seattle is booming with new life, the lush green that makes our city the “Emerald City” has come back in force and the air smells like lilacs,(…)