Ouroboros Rising

Unlimited power? Thaddeus does it again–read on!

Hub City Blues

“Apprentice.”

“Yes, master.”

“It’s time.”

I help him up and walk him into his study. He is paper-thin, light like a bird, a wisp of the force I remember from my youth. I can feel the fire burning through him, my second sight, even shielded cannot block the visions of his power. I help him to his workbench, a central seat of his gift. It was only as we drew close could I sense it.

The bracelet. It shimmered in darkness the way his power glowed brightly. A cool black metal that flickered like glass, lit from within with a sinister madness. This was my last time to say no.

He sits, his palsy stops when he picks it up. His eyes harden like flint and his unspoken gaze beckons me to sit across from  him. The light from the power within him dims. “Once you put this on, you will…

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Check out “The Age of Magic” by Andrea E. Shaw

The Age of Magic.

During one of my morning surfing ventures through the web theGrio.com led me to Dr. Shaw’s blog post about “magic,” or more accurately, perceptions of the world and technological advances.  It has occurred to me that someone dumped into 2012 from 1812 or even 1912 via a time machine (and we’re working on that one-trust me!) would think we were all sorcerers who sold our souls to the Devil himself for having these contraptions with sound and sight.  Musical instruments with buttons instead of strings (iPods/iPads?).  Metal books without paper yet able to hold thousands and thousands of pages you find just by pressing more buttons.  Read more and tell me what you think you would do if you were plopped into the 24th or 28th century of our planet.  First of all, would anything be left?  We seem to enjoy burning out our planet’s ability to sustain itself, lately.