Stickler for Morals

Nathanius Tindle was a stickler for morals. His world view weighed judgements deftly, as his mathematical aptitude could apply its own measures to behaviours and codes, and social law with equal precision as to coordinates and sums.

Whereas Jonathon had learned to stretch the truth, and mock the authorities, counterfeit and trade, to survive where he must. It was not that he lacked the moral wherewithal, it was just that he obeyed a more pragmatic law when needs required.

And so it was that their friendship found its place somewhere in the middle to this. Each gave a concession to the other, with a manly love that was pure and accepting in its friendship.

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

Predacious Parasite

Goober could see and feel what had just taken place. “Master Fish, please tell me that this action of mercy performed upon my personage this moment will not cause grief to our departed Holy One.”

“Not at all - it was discussed with him prior and our brother left his body well before the cremation, that this be done for you: and also, our beloved Master knows where to discard the cockles. All will be fine.”

He then went on to say: “If you could peer into the invisible layers of any allergen you would find that they appear like mollusks … or hardened shells that cluster and cling to their host. Allergens have primary, secondary and three types of causes. Primarily it is of the advantageous parasites one in the astral, who latch on to their succulent, and make porous the parts of the astral and etheric body that they feed upon. Secondarily it is intolerance (not of mind but of weakened life force) specific to the substance or character or quality of the aggravating stimulant. Thirdly it is the physical body’s repulsion and efforts to throw off and throw out all that aggrieves it so in the trying.”

Goober nodded in agreement, which was more akin to bewilderment. His knowledge of the natural sciences was comprehensive, but he felt too healthy to be pondering the predacious parasite he had just been relieved from.

“So it’s like Roses and the Aphid?” he said looking over at the flowering vines that lined their path they were walking.

“Yes! You could say that, Allergens are the Aphis of the subtle form.”

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

Mantle of Allergy

The end of the world is not a time, but a place …

-from the book of Faerie

In all of his immortal years Goober had had suffered the problem of not being taken seriously. Up until now he had accepted his role in paradise, in the garden, and in the world, as being secondary to everything else.

He would always be the support act to his best friend Puck, and his humble concerns would but shadow the greats around him. He was content to be a bystander, never an instigator, in fact, up until now, he thought himself to be content with just about everything.

Small creatures might nibble at his toes or scuffle around his feet, because they felt safe around this gentle soul. He was Puck’s confidante, uncle to many, but father to none.

Now he had taken this time for himself at the retreat, and the mantle of allergy had lifted off and was then disposed of by one of the Brothers. It had happened during a blessing at the burial of one of their elderly residents. Just prior to cremation one of the Masters approached Goober where he sat and lifted the parasitic shroud from his etheric person, and then proceeded to place it onto the deceased only minutes before his body was ignited. The crusty armour was now completely dissipated, and the relief for Goober was instantaneous.

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