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Great thing about 40k

"40k is among these infinite universes like a diamond in the ruff, standing as a testament to the resilience and tenacity of the human race. As it wheels into view, the very fabric of this universe looks frayed, desperate, like a piece of rope straining under a heavy load, but which refuses to snap. Nowhere else is our dogged determination to survive against all odds so plainly displayed, or so harshly put to the test. They may not be “real” in the way we normally use the word, but the souls who exist within that bleak reality are still to be both pitied and admired. Across the omniverse of myth and legend, created and sustained by those of us lucky (or unlucky, as the case may be) enough to live in the “real” world, 40K shines forth as a beacon of inspiration to us all, as an example of courage and, if not hope, at least stubborn defiance in the face of inevitability. Most people say that 40K is grimdark. I disagree. 40K is the poem "Do not go gentle in…

Warhammer gush

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Terra. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of His inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that He may never truly die.Yet even in His deathless state, the Emperor continues His eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planeta…

Technology

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So, in the world of Warhammer 40K, a sci-fi universe, there's a group called the Adeptus Mechanicus which are basically tech-worshiping cultists that are dedicated to the preservation and gathering of technology and knowledge. They consider human and organic life to be naturally inferior to technology and mechanical creations, they go so far as to replace organs and parts of their bodies with machine and tech parts to better understand the technological world and the workings of things like computers. Their leader is basically no longer human, only having a human heart and brain, as far as I can figure. They also use modified and lobotomized humans as slaves and test subjects if need be.

One of the main objectives of this cult is the preservation of ancient technology---in this world that means anything from a toaster or computer to massive mechs, spaceships, laser death rays, teleporters and other kinds of hulking warmachines---a goal they take completely seriously…

Ashrama - Opening scene.

There will come soft rains,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white.

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
                --Sara Teasdale.







Ayu stood at the base of a great river preforming his morning ablutions.
    In the distance he could see the sun like a raising haze of glory before the land. It’s warm light glided over the water, coloring the old hermit in bright rainbow particles that light up his time worn skin.
    He bowed, said a prayer to Ganga, even though this wasn’t really the river Ganges, he was grateful all the same.
    He was a wiry skeleton of a man, his sunburnt skin and wrinkled skin bare to the world, his only cove…

Thomas Paine - A Short Bit on Government

In the words of Thomas Pain in his pamphlet, Common Sense;

"Some writers have so confounded society with government, as to leave little or no distinction between them; whereas, they are not only different, but have different origins. Society is produced by our wants, and government  by our wickedness; the former promotes our happiness positively by uniting our affections, the latter negatively by restraining our vices. The one encourages intercourse, the other creates distinctions. The first is a patron, the last is a punisher.

Society in every state is a blessing, but Government even in its best state is but a necessary evil..."

Important to remember, I think.

Talent and Why We Bought a Lie.

Hello

Have you ever met a nine year old who could paint a beautiful landscape? No?

Have you ever met a three year old who could write a twenty-seven thousand word novel? Hmm, strange.

What about a ten year old who could sculpt The David? Or sing an aria? Weird isn't it?

Isn't it strange that people believe in the concept that certain individuals are drawn to certain actions and are good at them because of some inherent thing called 'talent' even though there has never been an infant that could do any of these things from birth? Isn't that strange?

Personally I think the concept of talent is just a way that humans put themselves down and convince themselves that they just aren't good enough.

I'm sure you've had this thought before: "I think I can do 'x'! But, oh no, I'm just not that talented." Do you think that was a real, credible thought which you made, or just an excuse your brain uses to make sure you don't do something tha…

The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus Full Text

This is the full text of the Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus. This is the foundation of all alchemical and Hermetic traditions in the west.

If you'd like to learn more about this text, alchemy or Hermeticism, I'd recommend reading The Kybalion by Three Initiates. Or if you want to read other translations of the text as well as hundreds of other religious and sacred texts, please go to the site listed below.

Always remember..

"The Lips of wisdom are closed except to the ears of understanding."
                                             -Hermes Trismegistus  
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0)Here is that which the priest Sagijus of Nabulus has dictated concerning the entrance of Balinas into the hidden chamber... After my entrance into the chamber, where the talisman was set up, I came up to an old man sitting on a golden throne, who was holding an emerald table in one hand. And behold the following - in Syriac, the primordial langu…

Narcissism

The moment you think you're the main character in the story that is the universe, you have failed.

That's pretty much what I think of that.

(I don't know why I did this.)

From Dry Sands to Orange Groves

This has been a while coming.

Most of the life I've lived has been in a small, dry, surprisingly crime ridden town near an equally run down, past-it's-prime hamlet called Victorville. The town itself, I'd rather not name; too many memories, not all of them good ones lurk down that rabbit hole. Why we came there to begin with, I can't rightly say. Why we left, that is far easier.

My grandmother, whom I was very close to, died a few years ago. The shock still grips me like a rabid dog every now and again---mostly when I try in vain to sleep. After that we stayed in the house which she lived her last years in, mostly because he had no other option. So you can imagine what it might have felt like to forever be reminded of the person you lost.

Everyday. On and on. Never changing. Never ending.

Those years were some of the hardest I've ever had to live. There's nothing I can do about any of that. Nothing that could change how those years dragged on and on. How they l…

Tales From Grimshaw - The Dying Man & the Guest. Part 1

This one's both abrupt and long winded. Proceed with caution.
I mostly wrote this little thing to do some fun dialogue and talk a little about the world. I can only hope you all can bare through it.


Thunder played in the skies above the old city of Grimshaw. Thick sheets of rain blanketed the streets like a death shroud, making the squat stone buildings that lined them only vague silhouettes in the cold. Men and woman rushed to their homes for shelter; a few drenched guardsmen stood grim and watchful, one hand holding a lantern whose dim light glowed wanly before them.
    Among the abandoned streets and flooded alleys of the old city stood the door of a decrepit flophouse, too leaky and filthy now to attract much custom save a few thieves and beggars that wander in from the street. The owner of this dismal establishment, one Malcolm Shanks Harlow,—M.S. to what little there still remained of his friends—sat in a torn armchair by the hearth, smoking a melange of drugs he…

Q and A

Ask me anything that comes to mind and I will answer to the best of my ability.

Four Days

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Hello all



For some reason sleep always eludes me the closer I get to my birthday. Four days now and I haven't slept very well for most of the month. I really don't know why this is. Perhaps I'm far more concerned about my age than I think I am. Perhaps it's my body's way of letting me know that it's coming, or, perhaps it's just the expectation that, in only a few days I'll have gone through another year of life and doing what I've always wanted to do. (Granted, I'd like to be paid for it but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.)

Since I began this blog I've wanted to tell nothing but the truth of my life. To spill it out and categorize it, maybe. And, though most of my posts here have been about my life as a writer and not so much my life itself, the words set down on this blog are some of the most open things I've ever written---I'm somewhat of a private guy---even if they may not seem that way at times. I think this blo…

Something or Other

To sit, calm yet restless in dreams of dreams where only blackness dwells.
To fight and fear in hate and hell.
To see the seamless void stretching on and on towards oblivion.
A man did say all that we see or seem is but a dream within and dream,
But oh, how great a thing it has been, to be a dream within a dream.
For in dreams there is peace, calm and a sweet, long sleep.

Feeling Good

Hello all

An exceedingly extraordinary and incredible thing happened to me today; I was happy.

Not to be so horribly dramatic about the whole thing, mind you, but that is the bare truth. To shamelessly and idiotically paraphrase one of my own stories; for the first time, in a very long time, I was happy.

This was only a few moments ago actually, just after talking with my dear friend Wenonah---whose company I can tell you, gave me just as much joy as what I am about to tell---I started to watch a performance by Stephen Fry, one of my favorite comedians and human beings in the world, really. It was an event for his then new book "More Fool Me" (a book I now mean to buy whenever I next get the chance) and it had to be one of the greatest things I have ever seen in my life. I can't dress it up in any fancy words or long sentences other than that. This performance, which you can find on Netflix right now under the afore mentioned title, was the most uplifting, funny, insight…

The Red Wedding

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Tales From Grimshaw - Prologue

(This is the prologue to a series of short stories I'm working on. It's a little moody and very Gothic later on, there are some Victorian elements to the setting as well as dark fantasy and a few other things I find interesting. There may or may not be vampires as well...just a warning.)

The tavern was filled with smoke, warm people and warmer food served by wide women with old smiles plastered across their faces. All was merry. Ale, cider, mulled wine and grog for the poorer men was on each and every table. Some were new and thick with foam resting on their tops, others were little more than puddles of amber and red liquid hidden at the bottom of their cups. Many a drunk was seen and many a working man as well, both drank as well as they could and tried not to disturb the other. Though, here and there they would glance at one another as their conversations got a bit interesting or someone broke out in a fit of rage or fell down on a table, sleeping like the dead.
    Neither …