The King In Yellow
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
Micaloz Experiences his First Samadhi and Gets a Glimpse of the True Wheel
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
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Into the Fray – Interviews with Micaloz From The Cosimo Records
“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
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A Chance Encounter, Too True To Be Good
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
Among the stone simulacra – entries from the journals of the shining one
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
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Of mournful monoliths and clearing the path
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
Troubles on the Gumushane road
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.
Overdue Introductions to the order of Tasawwuf
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
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The Man in the Red Robes
“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
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
A Meeting With Micaloz
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
Mysterious travelers, recurring dream scapes
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
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There is only the law.
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
Soon it will be time, Melek…travel plans are brewing.
Soon it will be time, Melek. The morning begins with a bright ray of light through the window as Melek awakens from scattered dreams. He pulls the vial of reddish
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Cave to monastery to memory, a plan is hatching. Is there a way to bend the law?
The cave, a tincture, a memory not his own The morning sun is peeking over the mountains, filtering through the boughs of black pine. Melek pokes his head out of
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A memory, a tincture. Is there a way to bend the law?
The cave, a tincture, a memory not his own The morning sun is peeking over the mountains, filtering through the boughs of black pine. Melek pokes his head out of
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The beautiful caterpillar emerges a hideous rank butterfly.
Entries from the hidden journals of the Shining One. They say that when a person dies, their entire life flashes before their eyes. For me, it is very nearly the
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Snuffing the unquenchable fire, a short chapter in the saga of the Shining One.
In the early days of the Ottoman empire in western Turkey, under the reign of the fifth sultan of the Ottoman dynasty Mehmed the affable, the Aydin province of western
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