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Homage To Mercury Retrograde
Three to four times every year, the planet Mercury appears to move backwards for a few weeks along its celestial path, at least from our Earthly point of view. Astrologers refer to such periods as 'retrograde transits'.
The House These Words Built
"The words you speak become the house you live in." ~ Hafiz Someday in the distant future, it might be said that the books I wrote resemble a majestic mansion ensconced amidst bucolic pastures. Oh yes, educated folks will come from far and wide to gawk at the palatial splendour of this metaphoric estate. Don't believe me, do you?
Tome of The Sixth Sun
During the last couple of years, Obsidian Eagle has been working on the third book of his Lunacy Trilogy. It's still a work in progress but it's already running longer than either one of its predecessors. Up until now, I've been releasing it chapter by chapter, exclusively on Medium. However, there's no reason to limit my readership, so I'm going to start republishing it here quite soon. But before I do, I'd like to explain a few key features showcased by this new fiction series.
Before going any further, Yours Truly should warn readers that this particular Anti-Poem is based on the notion of an idée fixe (fixed idea), which in clinical psychology may denote obsession to the point of insanity.
Smorgasbord of Slogans
Not sure about you, but I for one strongly dislike feeling all 'figured out' by advertisers who seem to think that they've got your number just because of some raw data they dug up from your search history or what not.
The Cricket's Call
In the midst of all the heat lately, an old memory resurfaced concerning our diminutive friend, the common cricket. It's little-known nowadays, but various ancient cultures seem to have held this critter in rather high regard. I first became aware of that fact when I stumbled across the following passage written by a modern mystic (Samael Aun Weor):
The Codex Cube
As any seasoned writer worth their salt can tell you, one's muse may at times manifest itself as nothing less than an incurable madness. Such was the case with my second book. Despite being well aware that no publisher would ever want to pick it up, and although I knew beforehand that few readers were going to be able to slog through its incessant tomfoolery, I insisted not only on writing the damn thing—but even worse—I paid to self-publish it!
A thousand words for each picture The author paints with literature Though to be properly literary One must bypass any primary