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numinous intrusions: June 2015

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Continued from previous post). Come to stay on the southern coast of Iceland, near the town of. And after a few days there spent mostly hiding from the wind, I finally set out in my tiny rental car toward. At all, putting all these ideas off to only more groundless and unrealistic longing on my part. But as I walked this short distance, I thought,. If these people are anywhere, they’re here. Passage for only a short while. It was necessary to be respectful. This landscape was too important to dis...No&#8...

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numinous intrusions: Iceland As Idea

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Granted, it wasn’t the only thing, but it fit somehow so perfectly into this compelling idea of place that I’d come to form. It became part of the silent history of this geography of the imagination. About Australian composer Ben Frost’s. Having relocated to Reykjavik to help found the Bedroom Community. I began to think of the movie industry, and again of my cinematographer acquaintance. Iceland is frequently chosen as a prime location for its unique and varied landscape. 8211; and while I don’t c...

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numinous intrusions: This Killing Winter: Conclusion

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This Killing Winter: Conclusion. Continued from previous post. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This Killing Winter: Conclusion. This Killing Winter: Part Four. This Killing Winter: Part Three. This Killing Winter: Part Two. View my complete profile. NEW PEOPLE OF THE FLAT EARTH, BOOK ONE: MOSQUITO. Other blatherings concerning my books and me trying to sell them. Travel theme. Powered by Blogger.

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numinous intrusions: April 2014

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This Killing Winter, Part One. Soon enough, December grew close and it was time for me to leave for Utah, where I work in the winter and have for a while. If the faeries were tied to the land in Washington, then I would be leaving them; if they weren’t, they were welcome to come with me and continue the conversation. It seemed as if a little of both might be the case. This is all to set the stage. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This Killing Winter, Part One. View my complete profile.

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numinous intrusions: This Killing Winter: Part Two

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This Killing Winter: Part Two. Continued from the previous post. I thought, and, What complete assholes! My heart was racing. I was furious. What’s more, they’d left the front door open, and the heat was escaping. I could already feel the temperature start to drop. The two left again, only to return again, repeat the noisy intrusion, leave again, return again, then leave. It was like a Chinese water torture. My blood was boiling. I again remembered my “dream”. It had been exactly this.

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numinous intrusions: May 2014

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This Killing Winter: Conclusion. Continued from previous post. This Killing Winter: Part Four. Continued from previous post. What followed next was a series of shocks. This was what the psychic had specifically told me, unbidden.) Hadn’t they, or someone, been sending me these significant “dreams” – messages which, albeit, had only seemed to bode of invasion, in one form or another. Had I somehow pissed them off? Were they angry that I’d not come home to them when they’d called? Why would she do that?

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numinous intrusions: This Killing Winter: Part Four

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This Killing Winter: Part Four. Continued from previous post. What followed next was a series of shocks. This was what the psychic had specifically told me, unbidden.) Hadn’t they, or someone, been sending me these significant “dreams” – messages which, albeit, had only seemed to bode of invasion, in one form or another. Had I somehow pissed them off? Were they angry that I’d not come home to them when they’d called? Why would she do that? Did she say she was worried about me? To be continued.].

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numinous intrusions: November 2013

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I-Bar Christmas-light Coat-hanger Thing in the City Night Sky (1986). It was some weeks ago that I remembered this event. I wouldn't call it buried, but for some reason I’d simply forgotten about it until then. Addendum to the above entry:. Like with so many of these “encounters”, I feel like I’m being played with, and it may be no one but myself and my imagination in this tricksterish role. Yet there is, so often, just enough unlikely detail to let me doubt these dismissals, and ei...

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numinous intrusions: April 2013

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In the story that I’m writing, my protagonist is reading a particularly difficult book of fiction, one that subsumes his actual life. His fictive world is blurred into the road on which he travels. In another odd constellation, I’d bought and downloaded the audiobook of Trish and Rob MacGregor’s Aliens In The Backyard: UFOs, Abductions and Synchronicity. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. NEW PEOPLE OF THE FLAT EARTH, BOOK ONE: MOSQUITO. Travel theme. Powered by Blogger.

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numinous intrusions: This Killing Winter: Part Three

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This Killing Winter: Part Three. Continued from previous post. I thought often and puzzled over these two “dreams” that I’d had, and what they might indicate. I’d entertained any number of theories, one being that something – these elemental spirits? This was in February, but let me back up a little. Finally, I figured, what else was he supposed to do? He needed to work, right? Also, I worried about the real likelihood of coming home to a dead body. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).