So the Story goes...

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• September 7, 2014 at 9:31 pm #3501
  Tracy

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  Adele Delilah Dalgleish, more familiarly known as Aunt Idle, Clove and Corrie’s paternal aunt, and care giver and guardian of the twins, the son and the younger daughter. Aunt Idle has a colourful history of improbable temporary jobs and pursuits, and eccentric liasons with the shifterati of the day, including hypnotizing chickens in a travelling circus, and selling magic spells on Flukebook. From time to time a bizarre character from the past turns up on their smalltown outback doorstep, and for many diverse reasons. Aunt Idle loves to travel, but travel has been limited due to her responsibilities to her brothers children and their location, so she has been practicing projecting and out of body travelling religiously for some years, and is becoming more confident, although it’s all still fairly sketchy.
  When asked about her brother and his wife, her lips are sealed. As long as somebody’s looking after them, so what? she’d say. If the children asked, she’d say How would I know? I haven’t seen them lately. As if they were asking about a dress she had 10 years ago, mildly puzzled at their interest. Or that was the impression that she gave. It was a small town, people wondered. Especially as they had disappeared right around when those “weird tales from the unexplained outback” had started appearing in the popular press.

  March 10, 2016 at 5:33 am #3996
  Tracy

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  The following is an e-mail from the past, composed on July 01, 2010. It is being delivered from the past through FutureMe.org

  Dear FutureMe,
  The Absinthe Cafe
  Dawn and Mark had a bottle of Absinthe (the proper stuff with the WORMwood in
  it, which is illegal in France) but forgot to bring it. Wandering around at
  some point, we chanced upon a cafe called Absinthe. Sitting on the terrace, the
  waitress came up and looked right at me and said “Oh you are booked to come here
  tomorrow night!” and then said “Forget I said that”. Naturally that got our
  attention. After we left Dawn spotted a kid with 2016 on the back of his T
  shirt. We asked Arkandin about it and we have a concurrent group focus that does
  meet in that cafe in 2016, including Britta. Dawn’s name is Isabelle Spencer,
  Jib’s is Jennifer….
  The Worm & The Suitcase
  I borrowed Rachel’s big red suitcase for the trip and stuck a Time Bridgers
  sticker on it, and joked before I left about the case disappearing to 2163. I
  had an impulse to take a fig tree sapling for Eric and Jib, which did survive
  the trip although it looked a little shocked at first. As Eric was repotting
  it, we noticed a worm in the soil, and I said, Well, if the fig tree dies at
  least you have the worm.
  At Balzacs house on a bench in the garden there was a magazine lying there open
  to an ad for Spain, which said “If you lose your suitcase it would be the best
  thing because you would have to stay”.
  Later we asked Arkandin and he said that there was something from the future
  inserted into my suitcase. I went all through it wondering what it could be,
  and then a couple of days ago Eric said that it was the WORM! because of the
  WORMwood absinthe syncs, and worm hole etc. I just had a chat with Franci who
  had a big worm sync a couple of days ago, she particularly noticed a very big
  worm outside the second hand shop, and noted that she hadn’t seen a worm in ages
  ~ which is also a sync, because there was a big second hand clothes shop next to
  Dawn and Mark’s hotel that I went into looking for a bowler hat.
  Arkandin said, by the way, that Jane did forget to mention the bowler hats in
  OS7, those two guys on the balcony were indeed wearing bowler hats, and that
  they were the same guys that were in my bedroom in the dream I had prior to
  finding the Seth stuff ~ Elias and Patel.
  Eric replied:

  And another Time Bridger thing; a while ago, Jib and I had fun planting some TB stickers at random places in Paris (and some on a wooden gate at Jib’s hometown).
  Those in Paris I remember were one at the waiting room of a big tech department store, and another on the huge “Bateaux Mouches” sign on the Pont de l’Alma (bridge, the one of Lady D. where there is a gilded replica of Lady Liberty’s flame).
  I think there are pics of that on Jib’s or my flickr account somewhere.
  When we were walking past this spot, Jib suddenly remembered the TB sticker — meanwhile, the sign which was quite clean before had been written all over, and had other stickers everywhere. We wondered whether it was still here, and there it was! It’s been something like 2 years… Kind of amazing to think it’s still there, and imagine all the people that may have seen it since!
  ~~~~

  The Flights

  I wasn’t all that keen on flying and procrastinated for ages about the trip. I
  flew with EASYjet, so it was nice to see the word EASY everywhere. I got on the
  plane to find that they don’t allocate seats, and chose a seat right at the
  front on the left. The head flight attendant was extremely playful for the
  whole flight, constantly cracking up laughing and teasing the other flight
  attendants, who would poke him and make him laugh during announcements so that
  he kept having to put the phone down while he laughed. I spent the whole flight
  laughing and catching his mischeivously twinking eye.
  I asked Arkandin about him and he said his energy was superimposed. I got on
  the flight to come home and was met on the plane by the same guy! I said
  “HELLO! It’s YOU again! Can I sit in the same seat and are you going to make me
  laugh again” and he actually moved the person that was in my seat and said I
  could sit there. Then he asked me about my book (about magic and Napolean). He
  also said that all his flights all week had been delayed except the two that I
  was on. He wanted to give me a card for frequent flyers but I told him I
  usually flew without planes ~ that cracked him up
  

  The Dream Bean

  Eric cracked open a special big African bean that is supposed to enhance
  dreams/lucidity so we all had a bit of it. The second night I remembered a
  dream and it was a wonderful one.
  (Coincidentally, on the flight home I read a few pages of my book and it just
  happened to be about the council of five dragons and misuse of magical beans)
  In the dream I had a companion with magical powers, who I presumed was Jib but
  it was myself actually. It was a long adventure dream of being chased and
  various adventures across the countryside, but there was no stress, it was all
  great fun. Everytime things got a bit too close in the dream, I’d hold onto my
  friend with magical powers, and we would elevate above the “adventure” and drop
  down in another location out of immediate danger ~ although we were never
  outside of the adventure, so to speak. At one point I wondered why my magical
  freind didn’t just elevate us right up high and out of it completely, and
  realized that we were in the adventure game on purpose for the fun of it, so why
  would we remove ourselves completely from the adventure game.
  In the dream I remember we were heading for Holland at one point, and then the
  last part we were safely heading for Turkey…..
  The other dream snapshot was “we are all working together on roof tiles” and
  Arkandin had some interesting stuff to say about that one.
  

  There were alot of vampire imagery incidents starting with me asking Eric if he
  slept in his garden tool box at night, and then the guy who shot out of a door
  right next to Jib and Eric’s, in a bright orange T shirt, carrying a cardboard
  coffin. He stopped for me to take a photo (and Arkandin said it was a Patel pop
  in); then while walking through the outdoor food market someone was chopping a
  crate up and a perfect wooden stake flew across the floor and landed at my feet.
  The next vampire sync was a shop opposite Dawn and Mark’s hotel with 3 coffins
  in the window (I went back to take a pic of the cello actually, didn’t even
  notice the coffins). Inside the shop was an EAU DE NIL MOTOR SCOOTER Share, can
  you beleive it, and a mummy, a stuffed raven, and a row of (Tardis) Red phone
  boxes.
  I had a nightmare last night that I couldn’t find any of my (nine) dogs; the
  only ones I could find were the dead ones.
  ~~~~

  Balzac’s House

  The trip to Balzac’s house was interesting, although in somewhat unexpected
  ways. (Arkandin was Balzac and I was the cook/housekeeper) The house didn’t
  seem “right” somehow to Mark and I and we decided that was probably because
  other than the desk there was no furniture in it. Mark saw a black cat that
  nobody else saw that was an Arkandin pop in (panther essence animal), and Dawn
  felt that he was sitting on a chair, and Mark sat on him. (Arkandin said yes he
  did sit on him The kitchen was being used as an office. Jib felt the house
  was too small, and picked up on a focus of his that rented the other part of the
  house. (The house was one storey high on the side we entered, and two storeys
  high from the road below). There were two pop ins there apparently, one with
  long hair which is a connection to my friend Joy who was part of that group
  focus, and I can’t recall anything about the other one. Dawn was picking up
  that Balzac wasn’t too happy, and I was remembering the part in Cousin Bette
  that infuriated me when I read it, where he goes on and on about how disgusting
  it is for servants to expect their wages when their “betters” are in dire
  straits. Arkandin confirmed that I didn’t get my wages.
  The garden was enchanting and had a couple of sphinx statues and a dead pigeon ~
  as well as the magazine with the suitcase and Spain imagery. Mark signed the
  guest book “brought the cook back” and I replied “no cooking smells this time”.

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