Going Back to Sherwood

Feathers of snow had started drifting in, and the white sky was descending so much so that Jon-Jon was beginning to doubt where he was. It was getting difficult to see through the flutter.

In a brief snatch of anxiety the woods of the Hode had evaded his finding. Jon panicked. His disappointments had been so many throughout his time he expected now only failure.

Oh for the cradle of Isabelle!

Yet Jon need not have worried, for the clearing that he had departed through a time before, became apparent once again; and the small whistle in his pocket had swiftly guided him well. Straining to see what he could not see, he finally found Isabelle waiting for him.

“We have always a need for a good black-smithy” she said warmly, taking his hands in hers. “You may reside here with me as long as you wish, my dear Jon of Robertus.”

“But I bring nothing to thee” he said downcast.

“Nay, you bring me all anyone can, and the happiness and relief of your company.”

She looked steadily at him and continued: “I caution thee however - never invite black moods or dark thoughts into these woods, for such mischievous sprites are hazardous to our home here particularly.”

“I still have so much to learn my dear lady.”

“And learn it you shall.”

No snow was falling in the this special place. The air was sweet and the smell of summer was all about.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Etherial Lamp Post

Life here in the world was but an aphorism for life in the heavens - one of many - yet with a particular divinely distinct lens, a telescope that was definitive - life in the mortal world also brought contrast into the souls of the men and the women who strove to navigate its courses.

The lamplight was still burning bright in the hinterlands of Faerie.

“Here we are” said Puck to Tu, as they made their way to the solitary post. A memory stirred in Tu from his childhood … “Aww a lamp of the old world” he said admiringly.

“Some things never change” said Puck earnestly nodding, reminiscing about an old friend with hairy legs and balls to match. "He was a warrior of sorts, although you would have never guessed it … he overcame his timidity - and here we are.”

He read Tu’s thoughts - “you can always return back here boy, now you know the way in.”

“And” he continued, “we do have something extraordinary to achieve. Faerie is really more of an in-between place - even for its natives - it is the perfect repose … but of itself, it is but a sweet dream, going neither further nor back … a time to collect oneself perhaps. However, and I mean this wholeheartedly, we are desperately needed elsewhere.”

And then, with the help of the lighting of the etherial lamp post, they were instantly transported into the lesser heavens, where the goat and the company were eagerly waiting.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Symbiosis Dislocated

Puck plucked one of the invisible ‘eyes’ off from the wall. They were medallions that were attached like astral molluscs - suction-capped spying tools: occult surveillance that was particular to whom it went back to. He pried one off the wall above and put it into his side pocket. This would trace its way back to its owner. Just what he needed to find him.

“There’s nothing more here” he said to Pine-Needles who was steadfastly scrutinising every move Puck made.

Puck scanned Eve’s apartment one more time and then bent down and scooped up the elderly dwarf. Moments later they were in the enchanted land, just six feet away from the unsuspecting Tu who, had been conversing earnestly with a Ginseng about the doctrine of signatures.

The Ginseng stood as tall as himself, and moved his arms and hands emphatically; and as he talked little straw bits fell from his chin and bark from his fingers. He seemed impassioned with the subject, finishing his monologue with the words: “It takes one to know one”.

Tu caught the meaning of this and laughed out loud.

“I see what you mean my man, but of course!” This was something of a revelation - the interconnectivity of species and soul and the properties they can impart and share with one another. The wise Ginseng, alike to Tu, was a master of the esoteric wisdom. Their shorthand conversation to matters at hand perfectly suited one another, and hesitantly Puck had to interrupt them both just to get their attention.
 
Puck couldn’t help noticing that Mr Ginseng was mirroring Tu’s movement - or, that it was the other way around - and these two being in sync like this was appearing very much like a vaudeville show.

“Steady up boys - here you hold this” - he handed Mr Ginseng a golf ball that he ethered up from seemingly nowhere.

“Keep it in your hands and turn it around every minute or so” Puck instructed, and with something as simple as this the symbiosis dislocated, and the both of them calmed down.

Now he could get Tu’s attention, he smiled a warm smile saying:

“Worry beads will do the same”, Tu was familiar with working with beads, but still missed the reference. He had no idea of the connection he had been forming with the old root.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Mesmerised by the Mystery

Alex was a rigger working fourteen to twenty weeks at a time marooned on a multistorey platform island, salt rusted and mollusc encrusted, pumping oil both day and night - the plant never skipped a beat. 

And, partly because there was nowhere to go to, the men settled into their relentless routines stationed atop the thumping waves and vibrating motors, with the noise being so impossibly loud, it may has well have been a silent retreat for the little conversation it afforded.

It changes a man to live at sea for any length of time: they become other-worldly by instinct, after a while.

When Alex had first met Romulus he fell for him instantly. Superficially one might say the attraction was little more than desire, given the beauty of the man-demon; however, in truth, it was Alex becoming of this man. 

In essence most love affairs begin with the ineffable sense of the unknown to be known - the enchanted promise of anticipation and the expectation of something absolutely thrillingly wonderful to come. But as it turned out this experience of getting to know Romulus had become as dark and painful as the hidden character himself.

And yet Alex stayed with him, abused, and often screwed, he came when he was called, tortured by a sadist who had no real affection for him, or anyone else at all.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Plasmic Voyages

It wouldn’t be Faerie without the well, mused Tu, peering down into its depths, wondering now how the goat had fared.

Practically every story he had heard of that described this place had at one time or another featured a well, or a lake - as an open vein to what lives beneath.

“I’ll let you into a little secret” came a voice inside his head … “wherever you are, whatever place you are in, water is the transport into another world: spirits commute through the oceans … at the lake … in your very cup. For where life floweth, floweth all!”

Tu only caught but a glimmer of meaning in this, but enough to sense his plasmic voyages spurned by greater tides, accelerating pathways; highways of being, where multitudes course the currents together … If he closed his eyes he could see intersecting channels of beings on the move, propelled forward in lanes and cosmic veins of purpose, to places and planes beyond.

The well had spoken to him and delivered up its secret.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Yawning Black Hole

Sydney Sime

Alex stubbed his toe - it was going to be one of those days. A black gremlin had placed the rock right before his left foot as he laboured slowly jogging up the final incline.

“Bugger” he said audibly. The small monster snickered and attempted it a second time, however Alex caught sight of the creepy creature and caught it by its hair - raised it high into the air and slapped it on its fat black rear end, catapulting him onto the other side of the road.

Romulus looked pleased with himself as he watched the drama unfold from a distance … he always savoured cruelties both large and small with equal pleasure.

The Demon-wraith Romulus appeared human, however, all of his vital organs had been surgically replaced with other ‘parts’ that better suited his needs convivial to his sinister indwelling character - he needed his body to be cooperating and coinciding with his dark soul within. The new heart he had just acquired complied and tolerated the pure evil that motivated its irregular rhythm. All of his other organs complied too. It was a marvel that they tolerated one another, or could co-exist at all.

Romulus had even gone to the trouble of grooming these body parts before they had come to be his; tempting their previous owners into various forms of abject sinfulness. The ‘donor’s' freshly acquired depravities delivered to Romulus the perfect blend of life and death for him to then utilise.

Romulus drew his power from anything and everything outside of himself - and so it was that if you could see deeply within the spiritual aspect of this demon you would find nothing but a yawning black hole.

This is one reason it was particularly difficult for Puck or any other searcher to locate him - for technically there was no ‘him’ to locate.

And yet, there was still a will within this character to survive, as well as an inherent coldness to warmth, a cunning instead of reason, an antithesis to love, and an envy that found its only happiness in the demise of others because of a well polished and seething jealousy towards the universal good.

Alex knew Romulus well - or at least well enough to tremble at the very sight of him. Romulus pointed at his car door as he sat down into an elongated sedan with a chauffeur at the front partitioned by glass.

Alex hesitated, he felt like he was going to be sick.

Thin eyes, thin nose, pallid complexion, blue white skin - tight too tight, slim too slim, with a diamond earring, perfect teeth, he appeared around forty. Light on his feet, T-shirt and jeans and a Chanel scarf, jeans tapered to crocodile shoes, with matching man bag. This was Romulus’s current appearance.

With his hand pressing on the hollow of Alex’s back the chauffeur guided the worried man into the back of the waiting car. Alex caught his foot in the door and the fat black hobgoblin could be seen pushing the door, jamming it tighter.

Romulus surprisingly stepped out of the sedan, and tapped on the front window, leaning into the front window he said to the uniformed driver, “you know what to do … I’ll walk awhile.”

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

Seeing Things as They Are

Outlying the thorny reaches, troves of complacent burrows with grassy mounds of sweated dew and newly birthed foraging wildlife sang the morning’s incantation. “Sun’s up! Sun’s up!”

The creatures called to one another in admiration at this holy event “I saw it first!” a beetle exclaimed. The fox shook his head. “My sun!” he exclaimed jubilantly.

Jonathon had been awake before the dawn, practising his nail rounding in the half light - grinding tips and polishing heads - he kept a bag of these with him to take wherever he went as they were a quick sale to almost any farmer, builder or boatsman who needed them.

If the poor could afford just one nail, he would give them two for the same price, although usually he dispatched them in the dozens to those who could pay.

Seeing Tindle’s fat wife and stout children convinced Jon he must have been wrong about Zithia having being taken by his friend. He saw no purpose in confronting Tindle about it now, and his success made Jon feel all the more unworthy himself by comparison. A bag of nails was not much to show, although honest work it was, and he now felt too ashamed to exchange conversation about circumstances with him.

He also saw most clearly that while he had been untouched by time, Tindle’s world had been gathering its riches of experience.

Believing that Zithia had left him of her own will and was not taken, he said to himself: I shall return back to the forest to Isabelle … for want of another plan.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series