A sheet of silken cloud spread across a quiet sky. It was a perfect day for contemplation.
Puck had escaped the angry crowd at Eve’s apartment - realizing that he was not winning any friends or favour on that day.
He had reflected also, how she had just endured an horrific episode, that even though he had reversed the circumstances, this happening - the almost car crash - would have worn at her nerves inwardly.
Infrequently most mortals know of this dark déjà vu - where, one becomes exhausted for seemingly no reason whatsoever, and feel stalked by a happenstance, one that truly might have been.
Eve was a stoic at the core - and as such, she often managed to find a clear perspective as to where she was. But she was also only human, or so he thought.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
“We should leave, we should go look for her,” Tindle insisted, repeating this daily mantra since he had arrived.
Jonathon had fed and watered the hounds for three weeks, and still Fatima had not returned ...
“She would not leave them, I know she would not abandon their care”, he said belatedly, stroking Peter’s head affectionately.
“I agree”, replied Tindle quietly - who was sensitive to his new friend’s calamity.
In his imagining he had thought Fatima to be the most worthy and virtuous match of all.
“I know not what to do going forward”, said Jonathon explaining his vacancy, as he likewise stroked the scruff of the mastiff’s crown.
“There is none here to feed them, the sick can hardly procure their own meat and meal.” Tindle was persuasive to his doubt.
“Then we shall have to take them with us, and they can search alongside us.”
“That they can. Then, needs must - we finally have a plan."
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
Brittle leaves flew around his feet, alike to a huddle of dancing popadoms. They crackled and crunched beneath his blue leather boots, becoming a swirling confetti in the wind.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
The eyes are joyous when they see beauty.
The eyes become healthy, and focused when they are happy.
The light feeds the eyes.
They commune with the outer landscape -
with the colors, with the textures, with lines and their graduations.
There have been painters who have departed from the ordinary joys of what they see, and through interpretation, they commit to canvas a distorted narration of color and line. And these artists have lost their eyesight because of the anomaly of brain and sight, and that they no longer love what they see, but rather seek to change it - confusing their own eyes thereby.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
Most of us are familiar with the concept of reviewing our lives after death. This experience - or series of experiences - is where the soul recalls the events in succession with rapidity, from many different angles: being able to watch themselves, from birth up until the moment at hand, in a cascade of moments, one by one, yet all at once - to see their lives as lived, and also, of the impact that life has had on others. Most times, this sophisticated recollection, is an invaluable experience taking in the realities of those to whom we have had an effect on. And this is felt, by the soul who is in review. It is known, it is experienced, sequenced, and clear.
Needles, was given such a revelatory experience - only his memory (when recovered) went back far further than a single lifetime - in fact it spanned tens of thousands of years. And, for the first time in a very long time, his consciousness was clear again - and he knew once again who he was.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
And so alike to a sheath of frost, a mantle over the morning grass, there suddenly appeared six strange figures lit with the ectoplasmic glamour Puck threw over them: a blue light filled the room and Eve saw more clearly the six characters that had travelled closely by her for many years now.
The oddest change happened to the elderly Dwarf, Needles. As the luminescent shower rained down on the group in the corner, the small fry who had been standing with them, watching on, was covered also, and finding it quite invigorating.
Einstein, as Puck called him ironically, instantly became a transformed being, with a rush and a flash and a cataclysm, of truth and memory; his brain was on fire, his mind was enlivened, and rational thought was restored.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
The science behind the ectoplasmic sheathing of ghosts was rather simple, insofar as it can give shape and body to what formerly could not be seen in the physical world. The contrasting emanations on some level can become, for a time, palpable, however not least always are visual. His plan was to shower the ephemeral forms with the tacky elastic goo which would give them shape for a very short time.
It was formerly thought that ectoplasm was made up from the subtle attributes of the medium who produced it. This was only partly true, and equally not true. Ectoplasm itself came directly from the elemental beings in the medium’s employ, yet Puck did not need such assistance as he was himself an elemental being of a kind.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
