Category Archives: Telling Stories

February 2011: Implications of Projected Realities in the Middle of a Long Winter

when the inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside as fate. That is to say, when the individual remains undivided and does not become conscious of his inner contradictions, the world must perforce act out the conflict and … Continue reading

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A Few More Pieces of January

“You think people are silly to believe in ghosts,” an old man had asked Fred Foley. “You should hear some of the things that ghosts believe in!” R. A. Lafferty, “Fourth Mansions” January 16 Journal Entry: What is writing? What … Continue reading

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Looking Back at The First Half of the First Month of An Already Long Year

This should be a good starter for writing at least 2 or 3 blogs a week or more. I have the time: all I need is the inspiration and motivation. January 1 Journal Entry: Pat called around 10:00 in the … Continue reading

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Sometimes the Telling Makes the Tale

“There is entwined seven-tentacled lightning. It is fire-masses, it is sheets, it is arms. It is seven-colored writhing in the darkness, electric alive. It pulsates, it sends, it sparkles, it blinds! It explodes! It is seven murderous thunder-snakes striking in … Continue reading

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The Bitch Bites and I Move On

Last Friday I was dismissed rather rudely from a job that did not really suit me. I was given no notice and treated like a criminal. I did nothing wrong. It just didn’t work out. I was being given opposite … Continue reading

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