A multimedia puzzle-story of an immortal being's struggle to define and exert their will upon a wholly deterministic and ambivalent multiverse, and the strange cult who loves them.
The first on-ramp to the Glowing Road appears just as The Shining One is getting a foothold in 15th century Anatolia.
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
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
Continue readingSoon it will be time, Melek…travel plans are brewing.
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
Continue readingA 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
Continue readingCave to monastery to memory, a plan is hatching. Is there a way to bend the law?
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
Continue readingThe beautiful caterpillar emerges a hideous rank butterfly.
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
Continue readingSnuffing the unquenchable fire, a short chapter in the saga of the Shining One.