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March | 2009 | A Quiet Cabin
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March 27, 2009. Posted by quietcabin under Uncategorized. I abandoned ship during the bushfire season; multiple warnings and evacuations in my area kept me firmly tethered to reality. When things settled, the pull to explore the fantasy realm of Lemuria returned. I visited White Owl Island and saw a beautiful Barn Owl. I sketched it, made a paper stencil and screen printed the image. Aboard the ship or travelling with a donkey. On a trek to Rainbow Beach. Heather Blakey's. Travels with a Donkey.
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January | 2009 | A Quiet Cabin
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January 24, 2009. Island of the Temple People. Posted by quietcabin under SS Vulcania. My picture book story is set in a quirky Australian souvenir shop. I will need to collect photographs of Australian flora and fauna. I used my walnut shell to teleport me to the Island of the Temple people and this was the first flower I saw. It is lucky for me, and my project, that Lemuria is filled with a profusion of Australian wildflowers! Okay… I could have walked, the ship. January 23, 2009. January 18, 2009.
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June | 2009 | A Quiet Cabin
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June 2, 2009. Posted by quietcabin under Uncategorized. We have received notice that the road ahead is blocked and due to bad weather the way to Rainbow Beach has become impassable. The Donkey Trek will halt at the House of the Serpents. It may start up again later, as Heather says, “Lemuria is one of those realms where, from time to time the portals all close and then, quite magically, they will open again.”. Aboard the ship or travelling with a donkey. On a trek to Rainbow Beach. Heather Blakey's.
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March | 2009 | Aft Views
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A Soul Food Cafe writing project. Almanac and Ephemeris for the Virtual Traveller. About The Travel Log. The Women of the Woods. March 26, 2009. I heard whispers at first –women’s voices — “Why did she do it? 8221;……”….crazy……”….”now, be fair….”. My eyes felt like they were swollen shut, but I opened them nevertheless. Mercifully, the dark pall of the forest was a relief this time. I rolled slightly to one side and stopped as a fiery stab of pain shot through my shoulder. 8220;Did the Abbess send you?
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Visit the Dream Masters | The Vulcanian Times
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News from The Lemurian Seas. Visit the Dream Masters. In Island of the Temple People. On January 19, 2009. The Ship of Fools who have lost the Train of Thought. On the Island of the Temple People. There is a tiny station, near the Grove of Carmenta, from which trains leave, late each evening, during the Festival of Carmentia. To reach this subterranean cave you must ride a Night Mare. My handmaiden, Heather Blakey, is tracking Trains of Thought. RIDING THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT. Suddenly I was in another time.
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Aft Views | A Soul Food Cafe writing project | Page 2
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A Soul Food Cafe writing project. Almanac and Ephemeris for the Virtual Traveller. About The Travel Log. A Conversation on the Portico. March 13, 2009. I shifted on my feet. The intense gaze of the Abbess made me nervous, and I was not sure if I was supposed to address her first. She was a most unusual Abbess. I expected a stiffly dressed, austere matron, not this woman dressed in a pale Grecian-style gown and glittering jewels. I could smell a faint scent of patchouli perfume. 8220;Thank you.”. 8220;If ...
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April | 2009 | Aft Views
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A Soul Food Cafe writing project. Almanac and Ephemeris for the Virtual Traveller. About The Travel Log. The Next Place Upward. April 14, 2009. I heard the singing birds first. I squinted and threw my hand across my face as a blaze of sunlight seeped under the edges of my eyelids. 8220;Welcome up, ” said a smooth, pleasant voice. 8220;I’m dead,” I flatly said. 8220;Well.” the Abbess cocked her head to one side in thought, “we best leave that discussion to another time. How do you feel? 8220;Did I what?
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Night Watch | Aft Views
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A Soul Food Cafe writing project. Almanac and Ephemeris for the Virtual Traveller. About The Travel Log. 8220;They came on us so fast…bullets don’t seem to stop them” said Syke. 8221; asked Balanis. 8220;There’s a lot of them now. We couldn’t tell how many. They were shooting arrows faster than we could fire our weapons.” Syke looked down at the body of the woman “Then one hit Karya…there was nothing we could do….” Syke’s voice broke. Balanis found a flint and struck it over the kindling. A spark jum...
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Facing the Dark | Aft Views
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A Soul Food Cafe writing project. Almanac and Ephemeris for the Virtual Traveller. About The Travel Log. I stood for a moment in front of the locked door. I fingered the chain around my neck that held the walnut, the transport talisman. I could end it all now by wishing my way back to the safety of the. I heard a snap of a twig and a rustle ahead of me. I froze and stared at the gray and black patterns of the trees, straining to see any movement. I shouted something — I don’t remember what &#...8220;I un...
