All Water is Homeopathic

"Have you ever heard of Homeopathy?”

“Yes, well no - er maybe …”

“Let me explain it this way:

"All water is homeopathic, and it contains trace elements of minute particles from ages past.

"Even though they are undetected, these trace elements are present. Water holds infinitely small hosts of association: of cloud, of angel, of mineral, of all that it has dwelt in and around it.

"It has a memory within its nature, because has been a body of all these things.

"To all that which lives, Water has given life to.

“It knows life intimately, and traces of this remain within its shape-changing body."

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Egypt of Antiquity

All roads go back into the Egypt of Antiquity - largely, it is said, because the people of that time can no longer go forward.

Mummification held a dual purpose in ancient times: it was to enable an eternal key into the spiritual worlds, whilst at the same time to block the soul from reincarnating its way back into the earthly realm.

Yet the soul is a separate being to its body, and the holdover attraction back, was only partial.

Now there are hundreds of thousands of individuals who are born and walk this earth feeling as though a part of them is missing - which, literally, it is, because it remains in particles locked within former corpse. Some of us have mummified remains locked in time.

Master Puck often would go into these catacombs to counsel the ghosts held there. He would blast the tombs one by one, to disseminate the particles, freeing the corpses, so that once and for all, their astral remains were released back to their owners.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

The Real Francis

She pushed back tears, she was missing the real Francis more than ever at this moment. Of course it was his baby - for she had not ‘been’ with him (his father) after his falling off that cliff - oh, why did he have to die?

She did not realize that his spirit stood by her as she thought this. She could not feel his hand upon her shoulder.

****

A solitary baby unicorn stumbled across the lawn - it had just been born, and was feeding from the dew on the grass.


- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Motherhood

"I've never really thought of myself as a mother - or being a mother - before” Charley said softly.

"Do you think you might need some counselling? Would it be helpful with coming to the right decision?" the female medic asked.

She had just confirmed the pregnancy, and Charley was obviously dumbfounded. She sat there wondering which Francesco was the father.

“We will run the usual blood tests and you can come back in a few days, and we can go over your options then”, said the professional.

“Righteo” said Charley, mimicking her friend Robyn - after hearing it on a daily basis, it was the ‘go to’ answer for everything.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Perilous Times

“Oh well then” … Goober sighed - “is no one safe? I mean - from attack, from disintegration, from this earthly world wearing them down? ”

“These are perilous times my friend,” Puck said, as he scanned the ethers for an answer.

“Will we ever find some peace to it all?”

“Not for awhile. Take a breath, if two Hobbots can stay steadfast, then we two can also” he said stoically.

Goober was not sure if this was said simply to be kind, but he welcomed the reassurance anyways. Puck and he had seen a lot of history in the last ten thousand years or so, and it could be tiring - yet he always found a project to throw himself into, something to better the human world with.

“I think I like this age the best”, he said to his friend with a gentle smile.

“I am inclined to agree with you. The magic is thicker and the spells invade their thinking, yet their spirits shine through. Not a bad time at all to be alive in and watch Mankind as it is becoming. ”

-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

Merlin you say?

“What can I say? some folk have talents for things …”

‘Folk?’ Goober never thought of Gandalfo as being folk. But for Puck the relationship came from the Golden Era of the globe - way before the Middle Earth crisis they had known.

“So, let me get this straight … you say he was into gunpowder back in the day, and went by the name of Joseph … was entrusted with the fate of yet another relic, conveyed it to Britain and gave it to Merlin?”

“No … he was - er, is, - Merlin.”

“Thats a lot to take in, but you know … it makes perfect sense.”

“Truth usually does” Puck nodded knowingly.

“Merlin you say? Joseph, of Arimathae was one of us?”

“Yep.”

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances

A Perpetude of Grace

Elves have a gift often of foresight, and Puck could see a Golden Age some distance away in the horizon. A time for Humanity to become immortal as they, and for the Immortals to develop their souls in self-consciousness like them.

Yes, he could see it, and it was grand. The boughs of Karma were untwined, and true happiness reflected back from Man and Elf alike. The Kingdoms finally could breathe together, with a cosmic pulse that aligned with the highest of the Heavens. A perpetude of Grace sustained all races, all creatures, all beings - with a constancy that would remain forever.

- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances