The Highwayman’s Tale

Hanna Proorice is a 9 year old tomboy.

John Coppe is her unwilling guardian.

They are highwaymen.

One of them is mad.

What can be done?

The Highwayman’s Tale

You’ll think differently about children after this.

~ by Skaði meic Beorh on August 3, 2011.

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Dreamings & Visions

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Statement of Vision

My goal with words is to actually (not metaphorically) build places and avenues and groves and kingdoms with the word-talents that have been given me. I am actually building places for our eternity along with other craftsmen; some known, but most unknown in their lifetimes. I have been given this vision; it is part of my salvation; my work for Truth as I grow, taking on the mind of Oneness in the Crucified and Risen Christ. As you read my work, you will see many of these places that are being built. And you will also see commentary upon structures which are not standing because they have been built upon sand, and not upon the Rock of Offense. All of my writings, though they may seem unrelated, are based in my understanding that the cosmos is a creative pulse driven by a Mind wholly impersonal, yet wholly benevolent; a paradox made more interesting with the understanding that every sentient being, organic or inorganic, acts as either a harmonious vehicle of this Mind, or as an antagonist in need of reinstatement. This chance for restoration comes in a shocking Act so terrible (yet not at all horrible) as to remain largely unfathomable (and therefore unacceptable to most of the sentience known as mankind as well as to an unknown number of other entities). The few beings who acquiesce to the aforementioned Mind are given the freedom afforded by this Act, and become the co-creators they are meant to be. My writings explore these creatures of rebirth (through the Act mentioned above), their journeys, their pitfalls, their victories, their necessary petty tyrants, and their transformed and enviable environs. The Light has come into the cosmos…

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