Paranormal Play

When Jon-Jon returned to the camp Tindle had woken and was sitting in the half light, eating from a bag of dry beans.

Jonathon immediately thought it better to keep this romance to himself - that perhaps Tindle might not approve of this paranormal play. The Church, after-all, would hang a man for less.

He privately hoped that Fatima would return to him - even possibly the next night or the night after so. The fact that she was quite obviously deceased did not bother him - for even as a spirit she felt warm to the touch. It was complicated, but at least he had found her, and she him. He twitched, and his member tightened, remembering her caress. For the first time in his young life he felt blest.

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

Bare Before Him

Evelyn De Morgan

“Jon Jon” a voice whispered close to his ear. It was the sweet voice of Fatima. He shook himself awake, happy beyond belief.

In the half light he could not see her. Nathanius was sound asleep, with his head resting on a goose down vest, with his hat draped over his eyes. It wasn’t him that he had heard call his name, Jon assured himself.

No, the familiar “Jon-Jon” was her pet name for him - it was her, or at the very least, a dream of her that came to him.

A cold wind enveloped where he lay, and a heavy darkness descended upon their camp. This woke him completely. Jon stared with melancholy into the trees beyond - and there - there amongst the stringy birch trees he saw Fatima … in spirit form and naked - she was just standing under the shimmering branches watching him from afar.

Jonathon tried as quietly as he could to push himself up from the ground, and barefooted, he strode across the greasy moss to be with her. It was her spirit-self he could see - not a wraith or ghoul, but a warm-blooded soul, although without a body - this ethereal girl, seemed more beautiful than when she had been alive - full of light and true warmth, her essence, the essential her, was bare before him.

She lightly touched his face and drew him close - and into the alcove he entered with sweet relief; he gave his love to her.

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

Behind the Curtain

“We would rather that you did not touch that”, the softly spoken voice pressed under their teeth.

Goober stepped back. He had opened the lid on a carved sandalwood box and was just about to lift the golden egg from it when a hand firmly pressed down on his.

“This was a memento from many centuries ago … brought to us by the great Jak - it was a gift from the Heavens legend has it,” the Sage said pointing to the sky, annoyingly, as if Goober thought the Heavens were up, and not lateral.

Goober had wanted to see how heavy this egg was, and to rattle it, to find if anything was inside it at all. It might have been one of those magic eggs that had another egg concealed inside. He sighed. When Puck had suggested a get-a-way he had pictured a sauna day spa and detox - not this silent retreat in the snowy mountains.

“Can I look behind that curtain?” he asked, behaving like a bored child.

“No, no you cannot go behind that curtain”, the Sensei said firmly. “That leads to a place only the initiates can enter … ”

“Ordinary?” Now Goober was offended - and it took a lot to offend the gentle giant.

“Let me put it another way: It is a private latrine. Ignore the silk curtains - you really do not want to see what is on the other side.”

"Oh great" - thought Goober to himself, another let down. He looked sideways at Puck who was speaking with a a lay monk holding a tray of candles.

“What time is dinner?” he asked.

“We have had already enjoyed our one meal of the day but there are a few pamphlets outside on the porch table displaying delivered goods that are available and local.”

Puck called out from behind him cheerfully “Uber Goober?”

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

Mini Break

“Well, hows about … you and me take a holiday - a mini break of sorts? …”

Goober eyed Puck suspiciously - the last ‘mini break’ was in some war zone, and the stress just thinking about it made his hives itch again.

“No”, reading his mind, Puck replied - “I was thinking more of a health resort - we could see what the humans are doing these days with detox and anti-tox.”

“What’s antitox?”

“Simply put, one is a flushing of toxins from your system and the other is not putting them in, in the first place.”

“Will they serve Elven cuisine?”
“I imagine not.”

Goober was a little deflated - mortals really lacked when it came to their cooking. With a sigh he consented, and then brightened up. “When do we leave?”

A very small sprite rushed by and kicked him in the calf from behind.

“I’ll just get the keys to the barn to Mercurio and we can go straight away.” Puck picked up the sprite by the scruff and turfed him out through the door ahead of him. 

“Best pack for the snow” he added.”


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

The Allergies

Goober was on the couch sipping tea, nursing his congested head.

“You really should see someone about those allergies of yours” Puck said with emphatic concern.

His old pal Goober had reconciled himself to living with snot and coughs and continual headaches - not to mention the anaphylaxis which annoyingly caused him to pass out once a day or more. It was fortunate that he, being an immortal being, was in no great danger from the symptoms themselves … however it did make ‘living’ exceedingly difficult - especially the closer he got to the mortal world, from which his maladies originated from.

His eyes were puffy and red rimmed. “OK, OK - I’m all yours - whatever you suggest, I’m up for” he said in exasperation with himself.

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

Diamond Collection

In the land of Faerie there is a law about magic tokens: and that is, that their powers can go in reverse at any time, unexpectedly.

The same diamond that gave growth and reckoning to Nathanius, was also quite fickle in its properties, and could equally cause chaos and harm to its holder. Puck had recognized this, when Needles had dropped it into Eve’s car, just before the collision.

Puck tossed it up into the air watching the rainbows spark here and there. He then lifted the lid of a rather large stone jar and clink, dropped it in. There it now sat amongst forty or so diamond nuggets of the same. His collection had grown pretty large this century.

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

Azlan Speaks about Listening & Looking

There is a deep magic that few recognise, where in this world, the material world, you can hear what is being said, and from this you may catch the genuine truth thereby.

Often times, if you look at a man or a woman, you may also see the truth about them, especially when their glamor falls away and dissolves in the light of a pure enquiry.

To see and hear plainly the truth of a situation, or state of a soul, the mind and heart can locate the other’s co-ordinates at that moment in time of questioning.

Also, too, one should themselves practice speaking plainly and honestly, using few words unembellished.

Attire yourself according to your own nature, and be comfortable in that.

If you speak falsely your ears will shift their co-ordinates, and discrimination will be skewed with the fancy and fantasy of a troubled mind. For we may easily become confused by our own deceptions.

Equally if we attempt to present ourselves as something we are not, we fail to be able to recognise others for who they are in that moment of time.

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