Wellspring of Love

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…the flock of laying hens as they staked out their territory on the roosts
before darkness fell. The faint glow of sunset from the western sky
cast pale streamers of light among the shadows in the yard.
Tyne breathed in the aroma of honeysuckle from the early flowering
shrubs near the house. “It’s all so lovely,” she said quietly, “and I know
I should be at peace; but I’m not, Morley. I’m worried about Rachael.”
“About her being so close to Lyssa, I know. But this hippie thing
is only a phase the kids are going through. We had our own phase, I
suppose. Remember your bobby socks and saddle shoes?”
Tyne nudged him gently with her elbow. “Oh, Morley, that was entirely
different and you know it. This hippie craze is a whole new culture. They
may espouse peace and brotherhood but that, unfortunately, carries over
into free thinking as far as sex is concerned. It’s all wrong, Morley.”
“I know, hon, but we’ve done our best to teach Rachael our own
Christian values. She’s a smart girl, and we have to trust her to do
what’s right.”
Tyne nodded silently, then laid her head on Morley’s shoulder.
She looked up quickly when she heard Bobby’s shout and saw him
sprinting from the direction of the barn. He reached the porch in an
instant and stood, wide open eyes shining with excitement, his breath
coming in short gasps.
“Hey, Dad, you’d better come. Sunshine’s calving.”
Morley put his coffee cup on the table beside him and got to his
feet. “Hold on, Sport, nothing to get too excited about. She’s done
this many times before, you know.”
“Yeah, Dad, I know.” Bobby fairly bounced with impatience. “But
this is Sunshine we’re talking about, and she’s not young anymore.”
Morley smiled and laid his hand on Bobby’s shoulder as he passed
him on his way to the kitchen door. “She’ll be fine, son. We’ll stay
with her to make sure. Just let me go change my clothes.”
After they had hurried off in the direction of the barn, Tyne sat
for a few more minutes reflecting on the ten years about which they
had just spoken. Yes, it had been hard at first, but the blessings…

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Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I

Ocean’s March

We won’t read what we wrote
We shall raise our eyes
yearning for the galaxy’s waterfall
behind the almond tree of a white cloud
lingering above the sea
The time without hours and
repentance has arrived again
Azure echo of the light water
foggy walk of fishermen on sand
children sleep in the boats
and Angels bathe in their sleep
Fragrance of grass and star fragrance
At a distance mountaintops vanish in the opulent sky
Our tired hands are sprinkled
with the new dew
and our hair scented with
the shadow of yesterday’s grief
Mother the world has no borders

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The Qliphoth

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Why don’t you just look at what’s here?” His tone was gentle,
almost wheedling. Larry was a parfait gentil rogue.
I glanced at the square black chest, neatly chamfered and bolted, with reinforced
corners and a three-digit combination lock. A black box. A mystery
cube. So what?
“I bet you don’t know the right number for the lock . . .”
“The combination is—four-one-eight!” Larry winked melodramatically
and tapped the heap of papers. I fiddled with the little brass wheels.
The trunk was padded with blue velvet, like a saxophone case. Larry
removed trays and slid back compartments. With a flourish he produced a flat
black disc, about six inches across, polished to mirror-image lustre, a slightly
smaller transparent sphere, and a small brass skull.
Then he lifted out a dented metal box, also painted black, about the size of a
small portable TV. As he swung it round, I could see that it was indeed some
kind of monitor—perhaps an oscilloscope, or a very early television system, for
the dusty cathode tube was only a few inches wide. I grasped it by the brass
handles screwed to the top. It was incredibly heavy.
The paintwork on the metal casing was scorched and pitted, with a curious
radial symmetry in the halo of discoloration. A three-core cable with frayed
ends was wound tightly around the base, obscuring some calibrated dials and
controls on the front panel. I thought of the war surplus electronic gear I’d
hoarded as a kid, which Pauline had just thrown out, as no hypothetical child
of hers was going to toy with military/ industrial junk.
I peered at the slots and sockets at the side, squinted at the stylised
eye-in-triangle motif embossed on the back plate—and the hand-painted lettering:
AETHERIC VISUALISER MK I.
Then I studied the dials, marked off in decimal units with engraved lettering.
Vibrationary Rate: Wave Function: Field Strength. The toggle switches were
unlabelled. A blue button was mounted beneath them. Idly I pressed it, like a
five-year old pressing buttons in the Science Museum.The box gave a dead click.
“Probably full of clockwork and plastic explosive”, murmured Larry
serenely. “You can slide off the back plate and look at the gizzards if you like.”
I stared at bulbous dirt-furred housings and faint lettering: Do not attempt to
dismantle any component in this AV unit. For full operational function this AV unit
must be connected to an Astral Transformer Device- by qualified personnel only.
I waved away the proffered joint, trying to pin down my uncertainties.
“This is all to do with Scientology, right? It’s some kind of vintage E meter, to
erase the engrams of your childhood traumas.” A few Scientologists came …

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Übermensch

Undertaker
It was still early in the day when the undertaker
received us yet since we’re a large crowd he promised
to embalm us one by one even if this would take years
and we knew he had to start from the very beginning,
with Adam and Eve and of course the serpent without
its poison fangs.
It was time just before jealousy appeared when life
regained its importance and the body’s salt
tied knots on the thread of compassion when
Übermensch advised us to start with a song to honour
the Trojan war heroes but the light in the street
was so bright our voices sounded strange. Then
He opened his arms and after kissing the forehead
of our first dead He said: ‘this corpse will be
the future Übermensch.’

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