Category: alchemisland of Ireland
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Flattened sideways, pressed hard to the gaunt trunks of skeletal trees flayed ivory we waited for our chance. Ducking and rising in step to the shells zipping overhead, as partaking in a perverse game of musical chairs, we waited. Huddled around the rim of an enormous shell crater, like vigil mourners about an open grave,…
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Shamanic Super Strength
Was Fintan alone in his transformative, marvelesque abilities or did he hail from a race of magical people who, by supernatural and likely shamanic means, raised certain of the megalithic structures of ambiguous antiquity. Later raised are those lesser structures which although magnificence are mere copies of the liths of the men of the dawn…
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Dulce(t) Tones
What intrigued more is Vallee’s long reminiscences on the testing of the first nuclear bomb and the experiences of the hyper-intelligent cabal of scientists living out on a ranch in the desert, which more than any other building sees form obscure function; a simple wooden house, no frills, for the completion of the Great Work…
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Would wose Woodwose
the ‘hairy men’ of the past who ‘live beneath the megaliths and hide in the woods’ are really just the ‘hairy men of the past’ who live inside us, in the cavernous temples of our minds, in the genetic labyrinth that we contain and which contains us
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Tube STATIONS of the DAMNED
Oil-in-puddle cold fusion. Microwave alchemy. On-demand deities conjured in streaming seances. Speedrunning life. Premium tiers. Patreon for Gods dying from lack of attention.
Alchemisland 