The Mountebank
Two pennies a vial, and a free nightly puppet show. … Continue readingThe Mountebank
Two pennies a vial, and a free nightly puppet show. … Continue readingThe Mountebank
The shepherd leads the sheep along the winding rutted path.
Their gentle bleating falls hollow amongst the cushions of corpses.
Nooses numbering eight tether them tightly ‘round their fattened necks. … Continue readingThe Cynic
The late 80’s and early 90’s were a very active time for The Cloak, especially along the I-5 corridor in the United States. One of the most significant hotbeds of
Long ago, beyond the mists which lie just inside the forest’s edge, among the gnarled roots of the most ancient of yews, sat the forest witch upon her verdant mossy
“This, then, is the doctrine of the resurrection. We do not believe–at least I do not–that law has been rudely violated in one extraordinary and unparalleled episode. We believe that
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” – Plato “There are very
“Man with all his noble qualities, with sympathy which feels for the most debased, with benevolence which extends not only to other men but to the humblest living creature, with
“When in the height heaven was not named, and the earth beneath did not yet bear a name, and the primeval Apsu, who begat them, and chaos, Tiamut, the mother
The room was lit by the dancing orange light of a single lantern on the small table. Sweet smelling smoke drifted up from the silver censer and hung in
Continue readingMicaloz Experiences his First Samadhi and Gets a Glimpse of the True Wheel
“Do you feel it when it happens? What does it feel like?” The lights in the parlor were dim, a single lantern flickered with the draft flowing under the old
Continue readingInto the Fray – Interviews with Micaloz From The Cosimo Records
The Journey to Constantinople Micaloz arrived in Constantinople just as the sun had set on an early spring evening, smells of cinnamon, frankincense and sea salt air wafting on a
As I sit at my writing table, a loose grouping of stone simulacra surrounds me. Their stares no longer penetrate my being with the cold fire they once possessed. They have
Continue readingAmong the stone simulacra – entries from the journals of the shining one
Repeating Re-awakenings As swiftly as the darkness of sudden death had consumed him, the invisible hand parted the veil and the light came flooding in again. It wasn’t painful, but
On the move, northward “We will be dispensing with this dreadfully slow method of travel, Micaloz,” Vlastimir was explaining. “We have a merchant ship docked north of here at Trabzon.
Vlastimir of the order of Tasawwuf The toothless man unbolted the door and left the room for a moment. When he returned, Nazli was with him, looking disheveled and confused. They
Continue readingOverdue Introductions to the order of Tasawwuf
“We represent a group of people who are very interested in finding you. We have no interest in harming you. In fact, quite the opposite.” The man in the red
Cosimo the Seer It was a bright September morning in Western Istanbul, the air had a snap of cold and smelled of the sea. Cosimo Foscari stood on the veranda
The Great City of Erzincan Finally in View Eleven days later the caravan was approaching Erzincan. As the chill of late September began to settle in, a haze hung in
Awakened from a dream Melek awoke as the sun was rising, shaken by vivid dreams. He reached for his leather satchel and felt for the glass bottle inside. It was
Continue readingMysterious travelers, recurring dream scapes
Preparations are made Several days had passed and Melek was busy making final preparations for the long journey across what is now western Armenia into Anatolia, and finally to the