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  • #1432
    F LoveF Love
    Participant

      YA RLY! :creating_magic:

      #782
      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        And then Al said “I AM that I am”.

        Phew. Germaine was right, he could just let go of Becky’s feelings like this. That was quite a ride, and Al wasn’t sure he would do it again anytime soon. Perhaps with dolphins, there would be less vertigo…

        Last Tobi show yesterday had been running earlier with a stand-in for Tobi the ventriloquist. But Germaine the fortune teller with her crystal ball was good too.
        She had said, with a stern teacher look and her horn-rimmed glasses, to take a breathe, dive into the ball, and feel.

        Of course Tina, with all the courses she’d taken lately, was well aware of these, but Al was not very fond of diving too much into other’s feeling. He always found himself waddling in other’s muck. Had enough of his own.
        But now he had the magic words, or at least, the magic finger snapping movement.

        I AM that I am.

        Phew… That ride had been scarier and funnier than any scary tartignole movie.

        #771

        As Franiel walked along the path a beautiful being of light dropped down from the heavens and stood before him.

        — Hello Franiel where are you going?

        — no idea, said Franiel

        — well where do you want to go?

        — if i knew that i would go there. I am not stupid, said Franiel, a bit tersely. I know I can create anything i want.

        — tricky, said the Beautiful Being of Light ….well where don’t you want to go?

        — I know I don’t want to go back to the monastery .. … may i call you BBL? Beautiful Being of Light is a bit of a mouthful.

        — sure, no problem

        They stood in silence for quite some time.

        — I don’t want to live up in the mountains BBL. Detached, far from others, living a cloistered spiritual life. They said there was special magic in the mountains, but my belief is the magic is everywhere. Do you have any special knowledge, being a BBL? You know, to assist me in my path?

        — I do actually, said BBL

        #1905
        TracyTracy
        Participant

          “The FBI believed that many New Left leaders had a weakness for spiritualist mumbo-jumbo, so a 1968 memo suggested mailing them anonymous cartoons such as the one pictured here (scroll down)

          Subsequent mailings (from increasingly closer locations) could say “The Siberian Beetle is Black” or “The Siberian Beetle Can Talk.” Other proposed characters included “The Chinese Scorpion” and “The Egyptian Cobra”–anything with a sinister meaning open to mystical interpretation. According to FBI documents, the messages were intended to cause concern, mental anguish, suspicion, and distrust among their recipients.” –Brian Boling

          “…..on another occasion, an agent noted the counterculture’s ‘‘yen for magic’‘ and proposed that the F.B.I. send carefully chosen targets a series of drawings with ‘‘mystical’‘ or ‘‘sinister’‘ overtones. His suggestions included a drawing of a beetle, which would be made all the more ‘‘sinister’‘ by its caption, ‘‘The Siberian Beetle Can Talk.’‘ In theory, the perplexed recipients’ efforts to interpret ‘‘the significance of the . . . message’‘ would paralyze them with ‘‘mental anguish.’‘ In fact, such missives proved more laughable than harmful.”

          Beetle sync (with last nights Indian takeaway )……and a sync with my most recent comment about Elvira’s days as an investigator….

          #2009

          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

          TracyTracy
          Participant

            IT’S BEEN A great looking week, MY mind HAS BEEN FILLED, MEETING flove IN THE MAGIC room TO DANCE AND SING. IT’S alright Yann TO give WITH A smile REINDEER STEW WITH addED mushrooms AND walk clear; BECAUSE nobody NEEDS TO nurse syncs, THEY NEVER GET lost ONCE opened. BE aware THAT nothing IS UNconnected.

            #1709

            In reply to: Synchronicity

            ÉricÉric
            Keymaster

              A small sync that hits me now I re-read it…
              In Francie’s comment about Elizabeth of the Ooh-dimension a reference is made of the “clooh-box”.

              Funny thing was that yesterday, we were talking with Tracy of one of the tiles which she felt linked to Francie, with the sense of natural magic it conveys. It reminded me that Jib told me it made him think of a magical girl scepter.
              During spring in New-Zealand, so that must have been around October, we discussed cherry blossom (or さくら sakura in Japanese) with Francie, and had some syncs with Sakura, who is a “magical girl” with a winged scepter.

              And, as I explained a bit the concept to Tracy, I told her about the Clow cards (here’s my entry for a sync :yahoo_eyelashes: :yahoo_tongue: ).

              Tracy found Dash interesting (its form is a blue, fox-like creature with long rabbit ears) —even more as it appears in episode 53 :yahoo_big_grin:

              #745

              Arona, my dear?

              The silky voice of Malvina resounded in Arona’s ear, while she was meditating on the implications of the story Vincentius had told her.

              — Yes?
              — May I borrow you Buckberry and your sabulmantium for a few moments?
              — Oh sure, no need to ask… Though I don’t think you require my permission for Buckberry, isn’t he free as I am?
              — Oh yes he is, exactly as you said, free as you are

              Arona could have sworn she felt a winking energy rippling through her flesh, making some unfamiliar electrical currents crawl underneath her skin. She would have said she was thoroughly disliking it, though she wasn’t really sure if she was.

              — Oh, Malvina added as if an innocent afterthought, we are moving by the way, perhaps you may find interesting to join us for the homationing ceremony. You may learn some more about your sabulmantium.
              — Well, why not, answered Arona having no idea of what a homationing ceremony could be…
              — Very well, please join us in the main entrance, where I am playing the harp. We will be waiting for you.
              — I’ll be there in a second.

              So, they were moving? Speak about implications… Arona muttered, stroking dozing Mandrake, who had feasted on too many of the moorats crawling inside the moisteous cave tunnels.
              I guess I’ll take this astounding elan as a hint that I’ll be going alone she said. A yawn for all answer.
              Considering it was Mandrake, that was almost a mark of distinctive affection… or was it rather of affectionate distinction?

              Moving? She didn’t want to move, not yet, not like that… And to be honest, with all the stuff in that cave, she sure didn’t want to help pack all of this, be it by magic. What an impossible task.

              Vincentius the nanny was taking care of Yikes, so she was confident should anything happen, he would be alright.

              :fleuron:

              On the outside of the cave, the dragons were all lined up, as if waiting for some unknown signal. Leormn first in shades of teal, and his spawns, Buckberry, with the most florid and baroque hues of purple that one could imagine, and the two facetious Heckle and Jeckle in shades of emerald, looking unusually calm.

              Malvina, with Leo the little marmoset on her left shoulder, was playing her harp, while Irtak was accompanying her playing a mouth harp.
              Some drums had been disposed around, and quite naturally, Arona felt like beating the measure on these, getting slowly and slowly relaxed by the music and guttural sounds produced by the throat singing dragons.
              She almost laughed and broke the meditating pattern when she let the memory of Sanso come into her awareness. What a shame he’d missed that, that would have fitted him better than her.

              Slowly the sounds stopped, and Malvina very gracefully rose from her stool, and greeted Arona with a loving hug. Her flowing robe was a tender orchid hue with laces of thistle pink, and her silvery peach long flowing hair were giving her the aura of a princess.

              — Wait, where are Georges and Salome? She said, are they already gone?
              — No, they are waiting for us at the new location, she said with a smile… Now, Leormn will start the ceremony.

              Arona almost said Wait again, in anticipation of what was to come, and finally decided to let it flow. The serene look of Malvina and her motherly smile was of a nurturing reassurance.

              Outside, in the grassy lands, the dragons had all grown wings and were apparently ready to take off. A pile of conic shaped dirty sand was standing in front of the entrance, that Arona had never seen before.

              She could feel Buckberry answer her unspoken question without even a word being uttered. It is soil from the cave, and we will use it now.

              Arona watched the dragons rise in the sky full of damp gray clouds, and wondered what they were doing.
              They are doing two things, Arona answered Malvina (again that disagreeable habit of reading thoughts, couldn’t help but think Arona, wishing there would be some World around where such thing wouldn’t be so easy), first they are checking what kind of creature are staying with us and following the movement, continued Malvina, ignoring the remark, and second, they are drawing with that sand from the cave a circle to enclose the area we want to move

              Arona didn’t dare say the explanations were making her even fuzzier, so she nodded as if abreast of what was going on.

              Popping sounds of the dragons blinking in and out to get some more dirt almost made her dizzy, and she forgot the strangest feeling she had when she thought she heard “the area we want to move”.

              — Now, continued Mavina, the sabulmantium.

              The dragons were now all back, and the pile of sand had disappeared.
              Arona’s attention snapped back to herself, and she handed the fine object to the lady. She couldn’t help but notice the glowing eyes of Irtak, who apparently was very eager to see what would happen.
              So he will move too, she thought, hope his father won’t be too sad… Why did she felt it was a separation from this place she had found she was liking…

              — If you look closely, said Malvina to no one in particular, but Arona took it for herself, you will see how easy it is to come back if you feel so inclined.

              At her touch, the coloured sands in the sabulmantium’s transparent dragon shell globe started to move. And all could see the cave being formed, with all the little people, dragons, glukenitches and even Leo and Mandrake… They were all here, enclosed into a circle of sand.

              — Now, if you will follow me… said Malvina who traced on the ground a curvy symbol.

              And very slowly, as the whole sand scenery inside the sabulmantium was turning in a round, they all felt as though they were dissolving into the air. Yet, they were all solid, and the interior of the cave was still too.
              The only thing that was moving was the exterior, twirling and changing, getting out of focus, and moving erratically at the beginning, and then getting close to a focal point. Some fine tuning was occurring.

              And in a snap,
              The landscape
              Was
              In all its splendor…

              — Greetings! a smiling couple at the entrance of the cave said to the people inside.

              #2125

              In reply to: Snooteries

              TracyTracy
              Participant

                Dear A. Nine Miles,

                The question of how to be better,
                Can not be described in a letter.
                It’s a magical thing,
                The result of a fling,
                Of a wet tarty nun getting wetter.

                I hope this helps.

                Khuzebar San

                #743
                ÉricÉric
                Keymaster

                  Al woke up from a series of lucid dreams, interspersed with false awakening in which he was in the same space arrangement, but visibly another time space or even dimension… He was quite familiar now with these stuff, and could remember them well, but still had doubt about the implications of the strange imageries he was getting glimpses of.
                  It was like his tatami (because at this time, Al was finding more comfortable to sleep on the rice-straw mattress) was a flying carpet with its own volition, and Albert, like some modern-time Aladdin, was finding himself plunged right into new horizons.

                  Last vision had almost made him blush of the deranged aspects of his mind. Sure he was finding Becky rather attractive (who wouldn’t, he was wondering), but imaging her scantily clad in that skimpy dress in the middle of the bushes was surely some trick of his luscious mind rather than some bona fide connection of his magic tatami.

                  Good thing too that the joggers (or thought-forms, whatever they might have been) in the park in which the magic tatami had landed couldn’t see the projected form of Al, because he was unable to move right now, except for some embarrassing lower part of his body. Now the tatami was looking like a circus tent. Oh dear… the wedding had been really hard on his nerves, he reckoned.

                  When he finally woke up, he noticed some voice messages on his telephone from Becky and thought he would probably skip mentioning his last synchronicity of his :yahoo_whistling:
                  What was she wanting that necessitated a dozen messages on his phone? Couldn’t she just call Sean, or was he still incapacitated by the gallons of vodka he had “injested”?
                  Well, surely the matter would wait for him to shave, for he was starting to look like Mr Cavern, with the huge hunger too —he smiled at the idea that dear Becky would surely fear he might eat a clue by mistake…

                  :fleuron:

                  Moments later, after a good shower, fresh clothes and some slices of buttered nuts bread with pumpkin jam, he telepathically connected to Becky, wondering why she had not thought of that method in the first place… What was the point of all these group meditations together with Sam and Tina if they couldn’t make good profit of the enhanced neurological pathways they had built together. Granted Becky had always been a bit reluctant to use it, or perhaps just forgetful of that possibility… Anyway…

                  CAN’T YOU JUST KNOCK BEFORE YOU CONNECT! a shriek suddenly filled his skull

                  Al immediately shut the visual, blushing of the renewed deranged vision…

                  — Sorry, I just…
                  — Oh, no need to trail forever on that… I’ve found someone to help me, and yes, I do remember how to connect telepathically!

                  With that, all was left in Al’s skull was a big whooshing wind.

                  #727

                  The cave was silent, except for the sounds of water springing from one of the wall.
                  The night was long and full of dreams. Georges and Salome were here since a few weeks now, and the were spending a lot of time with Malvina, talking about many things from different places that Irtak had never heard of. One was called New York City, another was called Vienna, another was the Smoo Cave and there were so many more… Malvina seemed to know most of them. That was the first time he ever wondered how old she could be. Since his arrival here, it had never come to his mind that she could be “old”. He knew she was wiser than most of the Elders, but she seemed so young.

                  She had magic. Maybe that was the key to her youth.

                  He felt Heckle and Jeckle stretching their attention in their dream state. Their bodies were lying together on the warm sandy floor, and their light bodies were playing around. He could see them flickering in and out of the room. He could follow them if he wanted, but his mind was full of the places their guests had described.

                  :fleuron:

                  Georges and Salome were lying on an improvised bed, made of a snoot fur on the warm sandy floor. He was holding her tenderly. Their energy gently merged in a single movement. They were fully opened to one another and Salome was creating an inner landscape for them both to play in. Sam’s body was lying nearby, and her spirit was frolicking around in this inner landscape.

                  They were sitting in the center of a clearing, at night time. The sky was full of stars and Georges did recognized the sky of the Murtuane. An owl was hooting not far away, sated after her hunt. They could feel her contentment, the hunt was good, several big mice tonight…

                  Malvina was with them, and appreciating of the environment. She had had few occasions of going to the Murtuane herself. Even though she was so close, living on the Duane, its planetary sister.

                  Where are we exactly? asked Malvina.
                  Not so far away from the purple beach of Kandulim where Jarvis once came. Jarvis is a focus of Georges. And he surprised me once… Salome recalled that event with amusement.
                  Georges grinned widely and chuckled.
                  Yes, I can remember.

                  Malvina sighed with relief.
                  You are aware that my sisters are coming soon to the cave.
                  Yes, we could feel the calling, so to speak. This is the crossroad of many probabilities, and it is connected to many, though not as spread as the shift in “our” dimension is or was, depending on when you project your attention.
                  It was Malvina’s turn to grin now.
                  Yes, I am aware. It will be soon time for us to move the cave into another location.

                  SPOTCH

                  OH! THAT’S WHERE YOU THREE HAVE BEEN ALL THIS TIME? INTERESTING ARRANGEMENT OF YOUR PSYCHE. THOUGH I PREFER MY CAVE.

                  SPOOTCH

                  Sam got on her legs and barked, quite surprised by this sudden blinking in and out of the dragon.

                  HAHAHA, we didn’t even have the time to seem surprised. said Georges. Lëormn was quick. And he likes being in himself.

                  Salome got on her feet and stroked Sam playfully. The dog was licking her face with affection, and stopped suddenly. She seemed to have heard something.

                  The owl hooted again.

                  My sisters are closer than what I first thought. This owl is an aspect of Oorlaith. Malvina’s gaze became distant for a few seconds. She won’t come tonight with us, though she gives you her fond appreciation. She’s currently busy with a man you already know… Leonard. Another one like yourself :)
                  Salome raised one eyebrow.
                  Leonard his here too? That’s an interesting information :) things won’t be dull with him if I dare say so. ;))
                  I think he’s got a crush on her. He’s doing some stuffs for her at times… and he’s still with his dog.
                  Sam barked a few times, waggling her tail and Georges grinned.
                  You remember Moufle, eh!? Well, do you know where you’re going Malvina?

                  She looked at him intensely and then at Salome.
                  You might be surprised.

                  #1506
                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    It’s a magic carpet! A Lucky bed of roses surrounded by love….sheesh I must be delirious…..:yahoo_sick:

                    #683

                    The landscape had become oddly unfamiliar to Franiel. He had walked this path to the Village at the foot of the mountains maybe a half a dozen times, yet he felt certain he had never before seen these surroundings. He had never seen this patch of bright yellow flowers with their golden centers, nor this gnarled tree whose branches dropped down over the path causing Franiel to stoop in order to pass by. He stopped, hesitating, should he return the way he had come, find where he had left the path? Yet even while his mind was telling him what he was seeing should not be, he knew in his heart that he had taken no wrong turning. He touched the trunk of the old tree, and asking for wisdom, felt it’s reassuring energy calm his anxiety. The way ahead, though unexpected, felt friendly.

                    As fate would have it he had not journeyed much further when he spied a fellow traveler coming towards him on the path ahead, a small figure swathed in colourful robes, wild and dishevelled locks of hair protruding exuberantly from beneath his brown leather cap.

                    Greetings Fellow Traveler, cried out Franiel as he drew nearer, My name is Franiel. I am travelling from the Monastery of Margilonia to the Village of Chard Dam Jarfon, and foolishly I appear to have mislaid my way.

                    The stranger chuckled merrily. Greetings Franiel, Indeed If that is your destination then I fear perhaps you are more lost than you care to admit. He motioned towards the grassy bank at the side of the path. Perhaps we might sit awhile and talk, for I know that I for one, could do with a rest and bite to eat.

                    A splendid idea, replied Franiel, sensing magic in the stranger and enjoying immensely the unexpected diversion.

                    So my friend you are a long way from the Village of Chard Dam Jarfon.

                    Am I indeed? mused Franiel, How could that be, for that was where I was heading, and as far as I know I did not step from the path, and yet here I am.

                    The stranger chuckled again, and his laughter was so infectious that Franiel joined in, not really being able to identify the source of the amusement, yet feeling all the better for it.

                    And how important is it that you get to the Village of Chard Dam Jarfon?

                    I am on a mission from Aum Geog, the newly appointed Abbot, replied Franiel, as he pulled out the chalice from his pack, to have this cup inscribed.

                    The stranger reached out for the chalice, and studied it intently for a few moments. He took some of the water from his own water bottle and poured it into the chalice. Muttering a few words which Franiel did not recognise, the stranger closed his eyes and held the cup up as though offering it to the Gods. After a few moments he took a sip from the chalice. A look of delight crossed his face, As I thought! he chuckled.

                    Now drink, my friend, he said offering the chalice back to Franiel.

                    This is the sweetest Nectar you carry in your bottle ! Franiel exclaimed in surprise after taking some sips.

                    The stranger chortled, It was plain water from the river I passed on my travels. I gather from your surprise that you do not know the magic of this chalice?

                    Franiel shook his head. Well to be honest I have not really given the chalice much consideration, only to briefly wonder at my task. My mind has been more occupied with other matters. Franiel looked at the chalice in his hands, And what more can you tell me of this magic?

                    I can caution you to be wary my friend, I would not be so quick to show strangers you meet on your path this cup, for be assured there would be some who would be keen to possess this. He frowned for a moment. What are the words which are to be inscribed on this chalice?

                    Franiel pulled the sealed letter from his pack, and, feeling only a moment’s hesitation, opened it; “Bibere venenum in argento”, he read haltingly, then shrugged. I confess I don’t know what that means, I have not been taught in the old language.

                    It is a curse of the Ancients, it means “drink poison from a cup of silver”. Seeing the puzzled look on Franiel’s face the stranger went on to explain. The magic of the chalice is to transform. I uttered words of love and the water transformed to sweet nectar. Had I whipered words of hate and fear, had my intention been to kill, I could have changed the water to bitter poison. The power though is not in the chalice, it is in the intention of the one who holds it and who knows of it’s magic.

                    Franiel shook his head, bewildered, I can find no sense in this. Why would Aum Geog curse the cup in this way?

                    The stranger turned and looked at Franiel, his clear blue gaze piercing and direct, I don’t know this Aum Geog, neither do I know his heart …. I know that you are the bearer of the cup now Franiel. Make sure you are asking the right questions.

                    #1662

                    In reply to: Synchronicity

                    TracyTracy
                    Participant

                      Franci, I love your Sync column, what a magical interlude, thanks! :yahoo_rose:

                      #679
                      Jib
                      Participant

                        Yann was introducing many magical aspects of his inner world in his everyday life world.
                        It was becoming like an anime.

                        He had been having images of a blond guy, often laughing and giggling. Really mischievous at times. Who was he? In his dreams he was with a weird fox, a nine-tailed fox. What on earth was the significance of that!?

                        #1653

                        In reply to: Synchronicity

                        F LoveF Love
                        Participant

                          Tracy is making the most of not being able to post and asked me to post some synchs for her:

                          Tracy: thanks for posting the comments!
                          Francie: okay, i will do that other one
                          Francie: you love it eh?
                          Francie: it appeals your head counterpart side
                          Tracy: lobe what?
                          Francie: making me post for you
                          Tracy: hahahaha yeah its like having staff

                          :fleuron:

                          Francie: i took george to vet today for check up
                          Tracy: hows he doing?
                          Francie: well while we were all discussing vaccinations, he nosed open the door and went careering around the vets
                          Tracy: hahahaha
                          Francie: down to visit all the sick dogs. Like a crazy thing
                          Tracy: oh how funny. Oh I bet they all loved it
                          Francie: oh yes hilarious
                          Tracy: I kept thinking today that any distraction, was taking Bills mind off the pain
                          Francie: yeah
                          Tracy: and so was George!
                          Francie: ahahahahha
                          Tracy: ahhaah I synced with george!
                          Francie: hahahah!
                          Francie: yes
                          Tracy: would you write that in syncs under my name please
                          Francie: okay

                          :fleuron:

                          Francie: what does a jewel on the forehead signify?
                          Tracy: A flock of coots is known in the US as a cover
                          Tracy: um, not sure, like an Indian thing?
                          Tracy: why?
                          Francie: some of my frogs had jewels on their foreheads, and then i watched a movie with jewels on foreheads
                          Tracy: is it a Sikh thing? Or is it the chakra
                          Francie: don’t know
                          Tracy: which chakra is that or is it the third eye… What colour jewels?
                          Francie: tarotteachings blogspot
                          Tracy: ralphmag
                          Francie: there is another 8 synch in that tarot one
                          Francie: oh wow, a magazine synch Tracy
                          Tracy: she understands, with a profound and inherent wisdom, that the universe is a magical and abundant place.
                          Tracy: thats cool huh… What?
                          Francie: the link you gave me: read the last paragraph
                          Tracy: I was thinking about the magazine yesterday… WOW F, the last paragraph!
                          Francie: yes!
                          Tracy: would you post it on syncs for me?
                          Francie: yes
                          Tracy: please
                          Tracy: I missed that bit, I just noticed the ittiel
                          Tracy: tille
                          Tracy: title

                          #1997

                          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                          ÉricÉric
                          Keymaster

                            A cloud-assisted demented rewrite, just for fun…

                            PERPLEXED BY THAT PARTICULAR case, THE sheriff HAD HIS glassES floatING BEFORE HIS eyeS.

                            SOME mean rather weird beings… THE brotherHOOD OF magic NEEDED TO SEND Elikozoe INTO A space Craft TO CARE FOR THE boy WHO felt six motherSHIPS COMING IN HIS dreams.

                            DURING THESE moments easily FORGOTTEN, SOME others young legends WERE sent Aside TO answer AND bounce WITH alone aspects THAT wondered HOW TO keep focused.

                            THE trees WERE laughing “yeah!” THEY SAID, AS Anita FELT cold AMONG THE roseS randomLY SCATTERED.
                            SOME told HER ABOUT love, AS SHE asked WHETHER dragons REALLY seemed LIKE nothing ELSE SHE HAD SEEN BEFORE.

                            Chris turned wondering ABOUT nature THESE days WHEN everyone, Elizabeth INCLUDED, KEPT thinking WHAT THEIR hair looked LIKE FROM behind.

                            DEEP inside, SOME help began slightly TO COME TO THE lady AS SOON AS THE dark cloud HAD taken HER TO sleep. THE truth IN particular WAS LIKE A friend WITH purple COLOURS AND A skull IN HIS HAND, WHO sat WAITING FOR HER.
                            “let HOPE COME, despite whatever FATE bringS TO THE door! YOU must wait SOMETIMES, AS factS follow!”

                            Nice Tina WAS caught floating ON THE STREAM, AND moving ALONG IN A green jogGING GEAR WAS Joe, BOTH full OF IDEAS THAT gave THEIR friends AN experience NEWLY created. BUT THEY needed magpieS AND tried FOR THESE creatureS INSERTION TO work.

                            FOR Arona, ALL WAS happening ON Earth LIKE SOME important dream. IT WAS LIKE dancing IN A real play, WITH THE sea NEARBY.
                            A series OF dog-EARED BOOKS WERE NEARLY outside, AND deep INSIDE, SHE KNEW THE novelS WERE close TO surface OUR dimension, WITH HER head looking BEYOND, AS perhaps Yurick WOULD AGREE.
                            HIS heart often sounds interesting, BUT OF ALL THE ones SHE liked, IT SHOULD BE herself.
                            THE Duane SHALL BE rememberED, SHE thought, IN DUE times…

                            WITH THE goat, Anna suddenly giveS THE blue busy spiders SOME NEW reality, AND Kay IS getting hot. SHE HAD forgotten THAT handS COULD BE making names, AND SHOUTING HER CreEd, THE voice OF THE girl SAID IT matterED THAT THE story became shouted IN THE sky.
                            Eric WAS ENduring Sanso WHO loved THE sandY BEACHES.

                            STAYING clear THIS NEW year DEMANDS SOME self AWARENESS, ESPECIALLY ON THE yellow CHAKRA points, TO ALLEVIATE UNNECESSARY physical pain.

                            CLAD IN teal, SHE WAS waiting FOR HIS parents’ words TO HAVE moved AND TO BE connected. Franiel HAD FELT within HIMSELF four OLD fatherS’ ADVICES, AND HAD AGREED TO TALK TO Salome’S face AND ANSWER HER call THAT HAD APPEARED quickly UPON THE wall AND HAD BEEN wandering OVER HIS bed.
                            HE careD FOR THE past, AND THAT VISION WAS telling. IN THE morning, HE SAW IT AS A gift, SHINING IN SOME DISTANT island, LIKE A moviNG presence.

                            Yann VowED TO FIND HIS WAY IN THE soup OF linkS, AND FIND THE OLD godS’ energy THAT kept THE planetS MOVING.
                            HE heard SOMETHING, A FUGACIOUS moment following HIS ADMIRING OF THE beautiful weather, UNDER THE Glistening sun. A SINGLE dragon’S hands COULD nurse POTENT writing abIlITIeS, AND soon WOULD open GREAT awareNESS OF joy AND moveMENTS AND music WHICH WOULD MAKE HIM laugh OF ALL THAT HE WAS creating WITHIN THIS focus.

                            Tracy FEELS away OF THE action. IT seems QUITE human… NOTHING IS white DURING twilight, SHE noticed, AND FELT given TO understand.
                            AS MRS Bellamy, SHE WOULD HAVE stopPED LONG ago, HAD NOT come THAT powerful mummy.
                            WITH Georges startING TO APPEAR, worry BECOMES quietNESS FOR Jib, AND crystal-CLEARNESS FOR Sam.
                            MANY years AHEAD IN A GALAXY far-AWAY, ANOTHER Dory IS named AND readS ABOUT DR Bronklehampton’s WORKS.
                            HAVING TAKING leaveS, AND BEING gone FOR ALL, OLD Hrih DELVES INTO THE skulls AND HIS eyes SEE A next hope IN A book.
                            MovementS HAPPEN FOR Claudio already… THE world woke UP IN surprise.
                            A known sense OF TIMESPACE-travel APPEARS IN THE commentS, AS seen THROUGH light.

                            Akita’S body AND mind started TO ACT LIKE A saint AND FEEL strange under THE change.
                            “TO danGER, bugger!” WAS HIS decision NO longer… HE FELT warm… Towards THE worlds treeS, askING HIMSELF IF IT WAS A game, HE SAW TWO male children PLAYING against EACH OTHER.
                            THEY managed TO show HIM THAT THE Murtuane WAS familiar.
                            THE whole air WAS speaking. IT sort OF opened ITSELF SO THAT HE knew later OF THAT SPECIAL room OF TIME AND SPACE, AND HAD THE WIND AGAIN BRUSH HIS skin similar TO WHEN HE WAS seeing home IN HIS HEAD.

                            Felicity IN THE BEDlam SAW half-formS, COUNTING three OF THEM, INCLUDING Gustav IN THE saloon, AND Becky WHO WAS THINKING SHE WAS AGAIN IN THE wrong PLACE: A monastery!
                            SHE’D RATHER HAVE yourself BE A star, AND HERSELF BE HERE TO MAKE THE FUN postS AND playing lost.

                            Eight powers smiled: true saying!
                            THE sisters focuses IN THEIR caveS HAD SOME fine land TO PLAY WITH.
                            Apparently sound WAS key once, BUT THE VOICES IN THE night speak UNCEASINGLY, AND TO write SOME great stories, SPEAK strongLY. THEY seem TO BE feeling yesterday SOME perfect movements…

                            THE marmoset HAD FOUND A family, AND funny wordS TO process. IT laughed short GIGGLES
                            AS FOR myself, SAID THE cat TO Floyd, I’D create A party-LIKE life, WHERE I DO AS I please, AND LET paper WORK AND feelINGS AND desireS AND tryING AND tellING TO monkey.
                            THAT shapeD SOME fun, AND syncHRONICITIES AGAIN happened SHORTLY.

                            IN THE FLOWING water, “aum” SOUNDS RIPPLED IN A huge dear dance beginning TO REFLECT himself IN images. HE sighed AS HIS attention GOT INVOLVED IN THE trip AND HE remembered…
                            ON THE beach, obviously AWARE OF THE synchRONICITIES, THE creatures wanted TO CLAP THUNDEROUS applauseS.
                            LIVING THE dead GUYS’ ideaS…

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                            In reply to: Synchronicity

                            ÉricÉric
                            Keymaster

                              Quite a few syncs here too, highlighted by F & T’s conversations…

                              • Eight and insects, …
                                8 peoples registered, 880 comments, and 8 posts in the last 24 hours, was wondering about the 8 that I found appearing recently.

                              Tracy: Funny sync Eric! Because today, my ear whistled, and I recalled my old Aunt Norah’s little saying
                              when your ear whistles, think of a number, I always thought of 8…

                              Speaking of ear, Francie dreamt of earwigs, while I was dreaming of a big insect dissection… And Tracy had insects in a Chinese movie she was watching too…

                              • … magpies augury

                              One for sorrow, two for mirth,
                              Three for a wedding, four for a birth,
                              Five for silver, six for gold,
                              Seven for a secret not to be told.
                              Eight for heaven :yahoo_angel: , nine for hell, :yahoo_devil:
                              And ten for the devil’s own sel’.

                              (see this link or this one for more details)

                              • … and children’s stories

                              While we were discussing the Finckle Four with Francie and old children books by Enid Blyton, Becky finally found her books: The Magic Faraway Tree ,… by Enid Blyton.
                              I remembered I was climbing a tree in a dream tonight… But syncs don’t stop here:

                              • The children names are Jo, Bessie, Fanny and Dick (originally). In modern reprints, the names of the children have been changed – from Jo, Bessie and Fanny to Joe, Beth and Frannie. From wikipedia: in the first case to make it clear that Jo is a boy, in the second because Bessie is seldom used as a nickname for Elizabeth anymore (most would go by Beth, Liz or Lizzie), and in the third because Fanny is a slang term for vulva in the United Kingdom, Australia and New Zealand. Cousin Dick, who appears in “The Magic Faraway Tree”, has his name changed to “Rick” in new editions, presumably for similar reasons.

                              Wow, we’re in there :face-grin:

                              • There is the Angry Pixie, and an owl, who lives near the Angry Pixie’s…
                              • And also, In V for Vendetta, V is shown reading the child’s book to Evey, and alludes to “The Land of Do-As-You-Please” and “The Land of Take-What-You-Want” over the course of the book… The sync is that Yurick found the graphic novel in Gustav’s home, and while reading it, found similarities with V and mummy Four , both being subjects of experiments… In the novel, there is a moving letter featured, by a certain Valerie, who is born in 1957 — click —…
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                              TracyTracy
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                                She had felt it.
                                When the old man had left his body behind, she had felt it.

                                Oorlaith had foreseen that he would decide to leave this World, and thus was not affected too much. However, she was not sure that Leonard, who she had sent to the highs of Mount Elok’ram had had time to retrieve the cup of Margilonia.

                                Oorlaith had already collected the wand of Selvaniel, which Leonard had brought back to her, thanks to her indications, from the Forest bordering the Marshes. Now, she hoped he had time enough to get to the old Abbot.
                                Otherwise, it might be more delicate…
                                Much more delicate…

                                Hopefully, she had made contact with Roselyn, who had been settling in another part of Asgurdy, on one of the numerous rocky islands bordering the South-western coasts, where life was scarce and the soil barren, but where it was safe enough to do magic in this superstitious land, as not much people ventured to these places.
                                Her spiked dragon had helped her carve out her new residency and she was quite well installed now.
                                Before moving from the deserts of Asgurdy, she had managed to get the sunstone of Agnima.

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                                In reply to: Synchronicity

                                ÉricÉric
                                Keymaster

                                  L-) L-) L-) L-) L-)
                                  (that’s five points 1-1-1-1-1) for your Francie, for another marvelous mind-blowing magical synchronicity digging up.

                                  :yahoo_big_hug:

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