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    TracyTracy
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      The wolf in Cuthberts dream came from the Dreaming Methods bulletin received yesterday. Dreaming Methods is the website connected to Bill Johnson ( Bill Jobsworth connection in the story; the itinerant artist), the Yorkshire stone head carver.

      #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.

      #2142

      In reply to: Story Timeline and Map

      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        Up to now, 71 events entered in the dataset, mostly from the first 300+ comments of the story thread; a bit more than half of the story… Half sync someone?

        If you spot some unplotted event on the map that you wish to have plotted, or some event missing or not what you think it should be, this thread is for you!

        #2005

        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

        Jib
        Participant

          And another cloud that is quite meaningful to me

          YOU understand THROUGH russian eyeS WHATEVER YOU ARE looking.
          THE snoot HAS already FOUND A nurse INTO sanso AND THE godS read THIS FINNTASTIC STORY THAT IS making LOTS OF cleaning INTO YOUR REALITY.
          GONE away FOR A FEW MOMENTS, jib NOW move AGAIN TO told THE STORY OF THE CRYSTAL skullS THAT HAD BEEN sent TO THIS REALM BY THE ASARIS.
          THEY HAD BEEN added AS THE fruitS OF KNOWLEDGE.

          #92
          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            :face-glasses: :paperclip: In the timeline tab [for legacy] I’ve added at the bottom a link towards the slightly styled version of the full list of registered events if you want to have them all before your eyes.
            I plan on adding some of the last ones, to help keep track… well, sort of :yahoo_hypnotized:

            #2117

            In reply to: Snooteries

            TracyTracy
            Participant

              Dear Snoot,

              I threw some red fruit away today. A few manky looking cherries. I can see it’s a red fruit sync, but what’s the symbolism? You ate too many; Flove bought some; I threw mine away……

              Hoping you can shed some red light on the fruit story.

              H.R.W.K.

              #1693

              In reply to: Synchronicity

              F LoveF Love
              Participant

                Here is the Llama and the Goat across the road

                and the Storybook Circus tent:

                #1690

                In reply to: Synchronicity

                F LoveF Love
                Participant

                  Oxshift :yahoo_rofl:

                  ahem, well for my latest synchs:

                  I followed numberplate J533 into town this morning.

                  Lemon synchs please see my previous comment well … i finally threw out the last of these lemons I had stored in my fridge yesterday, and thought fondly of the whole lemon synch thing. Then I noticed today that Tracy had posted the lemon tree song again in her ramblings thread. A short time later I picked up the local hawkes bay newspaper in order to peruse it, and saw that the whole front page was a picture of Noel Lucas (we don’t know him, I just include his name for accuracy) and a big heading A ZEST FOR THE BEST. Noel was holding up a lemon, which looked to be about as big as his head. It weighed 756gms.

                  Apparently on Jan 12th there was a story of a 600gm lemon (unfortunately I missed this story .. as you can see our local newspaper is full of riveting news …) and now a lemon war has started as lemon growers vie for the biggest lemon.

                  Noel has never fertilized his lemons and attributes it to climate changes. He has lived in the same house same house since 1983 and this is the biggest crop ever.

                  Director of the Lemon marketing board believes the bumper crop is due to an “evolutionary leap.” hahahaha

                  I think this is also a Nadia synch, biggest baby, biggest lemon… oh and also Hercules the biggest dog.

                  #1321

                  In reply to: Pictures Pool

                  ÉricÉric
                  Keymaster

                    Here follows a list of pictures related to various threads of the story.


                    Various sketches and early comments on the story inception — most of which can be now also found in the thread named Yuki’s Livrary — including sketches of some of the early characters (Malvina, Leormn, Dory, Fiona/Finn, Yann, Quintin/Yurick etc.), Dory’s map from her sketching book, a partial map of the Duane, and also Chiara and Buckberry…


                    Concept Sketches, with Badul in Asgurdy, Tomkin Sharple on the shores of Golfindely, and Becky in New Venice

                    Naasir’s dream, an immersive panorama, where you may find some of the recurring animal representations in a dream-like essence land…

                    Princesses and fairies are to be acknowledged too with Mævel, and her legend and the Weaving Princess



                    Georges, and Salomé

                    Other-dimensional creatures, like The Snoot and a Nirgual (found on the Murtuane)

                    #703

                    So you have requested audience… a deep voice, hoarse as a water’s torrent running and jumping on a river bed smothered with pebbles, asked from the darkness.

                    Midora was not afraid of the darkness. As best as she could explain it, it was the void of creation, where everything came from, and where all was stripped of intrinsic meaning. It was from this place that she could reach for the answers.

                    She knew this place, she felt memories swirling around, as uncatchable as a swarm of short-lived sparkles born from the reddish embers of a dying fire.
                    In this lifetime, she was only a eleven year old girl, but she was as old as this voice within her. There was a time where she was playing with that voice, a time where her being was not yet, and yet a time which was in her future.
                    She was pure consciousness in that dream time space, and yet, she was feeling more comfortable with physical symbols around herself. So she focused on one of the symbols that she knew would help her stabilize her vibration, and in doing so, all the small particles of golden light around her started to swirl and coalesced into a dream body.

                    She was in front of a cave, in a mountainous area. This body provided her a slowing down of the stream of information that came to her, and she could manipulate more efficiently the interaction with that huge presence she felt. The precipitous rocky environment was a symbol of that steadiness and slowing down and also, for her benefit of her beliefs in that acquiring such information might be a difficult task.
                    Now she had identified it, she could more easily dispel the obstacles on the path to the cave. The cave of course, was her symbol for reaching into her deep inner nature. And the darkness was only a fitting blank canvas for herself to project and translate the energy interactions.
                    All of that she knew, as it was knowledge embedded into herself that she could more easily access into this trance-like state, in her room in that location in space and time of 2112 in New Venice. And she knew that also for she was taught by her parents, Bart and Oscar, on how to access it.

                    The voice was inside the cave. And no sooner had she thought of it that she was finding the whole place morphing into a vast room built into the rock, in the middle of which a majestic golden dragon was slowly breathing.
                    She had translated the vast energy as that of a dragon, but she knew when she felt into it that it had possible variations, one of which being that of a she-phoenix, of various sizes, where sizes where symbolic of its age and wisdom.

                    You may call me Naasir the dragon grinned at Midora. You are right, in a sense, you can consider yourself being born from me, though in your true form, you are equally august and splendid as I am. You will, in time, have access to that form, again. But for now, I can provide some answers to your questions. The only thing is… Are your questions up to the challenge? he added with the most benevolent smirk his wide toothed grin could convey.

                    Midora pondered for a moment, beholding the perfection of her translation of the energy. Each scale on the body of the dragon was a work of art. His half-closed eyes, with an amber shiny center, and teal border were equally mesmerizing.

                    :fleuron:

                    — What is the significance of these books I have inherited from my parents?

                    As you know, this place is the place were significance fades away, or radiates, depending on the direction in which you look, only to be replaced by fulfillment. Your… books hence, have no significance, I would say, for me at least. What do you want to know about them?

                    — They were passed from people to people, and as far as I understood, they started to be imprinted with these people’s stories, starting from my grand-parents Indy and Cuthbert. But there are still blank pages inside them, and no seeming order from one page to the other. I think that’s why my grand-parents grew tired of it.

                    Continue…

                    — What I mean is… I feel attracted to them, and yet I don’t understand how they work…

                    These… are not mere books as your ancestors understood them. In fact, they were crafted by a distant civilization, not denizens from this dimension in which you are presently focused, but travelers, with whom you can still interact by means of this device. When the “books” traveled into this dimension, they retained their initial properties and functioning, but their initial shapes were translated into something as close as you could understand so that you would allow them to appear into your reality. This knowing might help you unravel their true nature.

                    Another thing. Books are energy deposits, in your reality. There was a misunderstanding in that they were thought to be able to liber or to free your memory by imprinting it into the pages, but memories are alive and not separate from you. They live as you live and change them. So, the books are still being written, and that which you can read is the part of the book which is the most probable story in which you choose to insert yourself, so as to explore it. You can alter these probabilities, even if you might doubt it, but as you chose them, they are much a part of your design of your reality, that which you chose to explore. In short, a complete book means the end of your exploration, and prompts for a disengagement for you to continue other explorations, and on the contrary, a blank books means a boundless realm of probable explorations.

                    — Can you tell me why there are two of them?

                    They are more than a couple. These ones are the only known ones that your ancestors happen to have found. Most of them have been destroyed over time in this dimension, as their possibilities were heavily cloaked. They are all linked together, as you will find out. You may gather some answers in finding Badul…

                    And with that, Midora was once again floating in an intermediate state hung between space and time, longing for her physical body. She woke up strangely energized…

                    #1683

                    In reply to: Synchronicity

                    Jib
                    Participant

                      I love the spiderwick :) movie and I agree for the success story :D

                      #1682

                      In reply to: Synchronicity

                      ÉricÉric
                      Keymaster

                        Speaking of not so little Nadia we were discussing at noon with Jib, wondering how long ago our story (or stream of comments for now) was started.
                        And checking back, the first post which started the whole flow occurred with Naasir’s story on Sept. 12 th 2007 (so, our baby is a Virgo, with Capricorn rising), just a few days before Nadia (hope)’s birth …

                        #1680

                        In reply to: Synchronicity

                        Jib
                        Participant

                          Ooops, Tracy, I also took the 570th comment :yahoo_not_worthy:

                          I wanted to tell you a few synch I had this morning with Russia and a newborn baby… well it’s dated from 09/2007 but I got the news this morning so :))

                          it’s about the little Nadia who was born in Siberia :D

                          and it’s said at the end of the article that the heaviest baby ever recorded was weighing 23pounds 12ounces ;))

                          #1668

                          In reply to: Synchronicity

                          F LoveF Love
                          Participant

                            after writing this egg synch I went for my walk. Another egg story featured in the newspaper with a big photo of a little boy in a wheelchair holding a kiwi egg. Here is the story

                            Both these stories, the owl and the kiwi spoke to me of positive stories of hope and survival.

                            #1667

                            In reply to: Synchronicity

                            F LoveF Love
                            Participant

                              it sounds quite synchy to me Jib :yahoo_loser:

                              the evening of my initial egg synch a few days ago, I had another egg synch :yahoo_tongue:. There was a news item about a forestry worker who had found 2 eggs in a nest, and recognised them as morepork eggs. A Morepork is NZ’s only remaining native Owl, and I think endangered, this one was the first in 20 years thought to have been reared and hatched in captivity. The Morepork, named Whisper, was on the news item, it was so cute, it had huge yellow eyes like saucers which reminded me of Tina’s comment in the story, and was sitting on top of the reporters head preening his hair throughout most of the interview.

                              I dreamed of 2 owls that night too.

                              #1666

                              In reply to: Synchronicity

                              Jib
                              Participant

                                I just read Eric’s last comment and noticed that at the end of it it is about Dutch experts and creating a dam and stuff :p well today I was in the metro and heard 2 men talking about a similar subject, architecture stuff and sharing there experiences and thoughts. I wanted to make it a sync :) since I wouldn’t read the comment yesterday but today.

                                And also I wanted to write something because it was such a long time since I last wrote something or had any impulse to write a comment in the story… it’s more like all is currently suspended.

                                #1661

                                In reply to: Synchronicity

                                F LoveF Love
                                Participant

                                  Here we are, this is the circus on over the road

                                  (it features a goat too I notice)

                                  #1657

                                  In reply to: Synchronicity

                                  F LoveF Love
                                  Participant

                                    I am entering this crystal jug sold at an auction for 220,000 pounds, story as a synch, because it says they believe there are only 6 of these rare jugs. This relates to Eric’s comment where he talks of the 6 genuine crystal skulls.

                                    well this link is better because there is a photo, and also because it says there are only 5 others known of, which makes 6 in total.

                                    really there are quite a few synchs because the comment talks about the auction, and also the fake viscountess’ “life long search” for a crystal skull, which is what the person says at the end of the second link I posted, that they had been searching all their life for one the crystal jugs.

                                    #1882
                                    F LoveF Love
                                    Participant

                                      Tracy: there is no righteously indignant icon
                                      Francie: yes, well if there were, i would use it!
                                      Tracy: I meant all
                                      Tracy: slip of the tongue
                                      Francie: oh well thats alright then, i am mollified
                                      Tracy: hahahahhahahahahahahha
                                      Tracy: maniacally
                                      Tracy: maybe I should change my name
                                      Francie: hahaah what to?
                                      Francie: molly, molly fried
                                      Tracy: Molly Baloney
                                      Francie: mollocks
                                      Francie: yes! do it
                                      Tracy: hahaha no
                                      Francie: no well seriously, what to?
                                      Tracy: I will be Molly Maloney and you be Betty Mollocks
                                      Francie: ahahhhaha
                                      Francie: doubt it
                                      Tracy: Baloney
                                      Tracy: not Maloney
                                      Francie: oh no i feel a new character coming on
                                      Francie: oh its okay, you can’t get in
                                      Francie: :yahoo_whew:
                                      Tracy: hahah would you please introduce them into the story under my name
                                      Francie: thats why!
                                      Tracy: Molly Boloney and Betty Mollocks
                                      Francie: you will just have to save it up
                                      Tracy: well I might forget it, just make a note of it for me, as if you were Becky jotting down a clue
                                      Francie: okay i will post it in random ramblings okay
                                      Tracy: ok, just paste this part of the chat as a comment
                                      Francie: hang on i will do it now
                                      Tracy: no, this chat part in story
                                      Francie: no i refuse
                                      Tracy: thank you dearest Franci. You may print that too
                                      Francie: I will do it in ramblings or nothing
                                      Tracy: ok
                                      Francie: take your pick
                                      Tracy: thanks
                                      Francie: ahahahahaha
                                      Tracy: ramblings
                                      Francie: okay hang on
                                      Tracy: you have got me by the balls, thats why
                                      Francie: it is quite rambly, i think it goes rather well
                                      Tracy: yes, you are right as usual
                                      Francie: where shall i do it to and from?
                                      Tracy: um
                                      Tracy: start there up til here
                                      Tracy: right here

                                      #1881
                                      ÉricÉric
                                      Keymaster

                                        While Tracy’s having some connectivity issues, I’ll post that for her:

                                        Decadent Tranquility, by George Trée ; a 25 months old story driven by fractal images…

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