Communion and Solitude

Communion gives us warmth.
Singleness gives us light.
At immeasurable distance stands one single star at the zenith.
This star is the God and goal of humanity.
In this world one is Abraxas,
creater and destroyer of one's world.


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stephisanerd:

"Ben Stephenson, Controller BBC Drama says: “Steven and Mark are ready to unleash the most shocking and surprising series of Sherlock yet. The only thing to expect is the unexpected…” (x)

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theremina:

Holy fuck this is a splendid thing. From the packaging, to the Dagwood comic strip, to a government-promoted pamphlet called “Prospecting for Uranium”  to the fact that there are multiple forms of uranium included, it’s just… I don’t… GUH. There’s a geiger counter, an electroscope, a miniature cloud chamber, a spinthariscope… I don’t even. 

"Science kits these days don’t contain many items that you couldn’t already find around the house: salt, balloons, magnets and a few odds and ends. But kids who were lucky enough to have wealthy parents in the early 1950s had the unprecedented chance to play with uranium ore in this very cool science kit. The Gilbert U-238 Atomic Energy Lab was only sold from 1951 to 1952, and at the time its $50 price tag was too steep for many families.”

So they discontinued it. Nowadays, on auction sites, full kits go for thousands of dollars to avid collectors.

Amazeballs.

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shockingblankets:

Did you miss me?

shockingblankets:

Did you miss me?

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bryborg:

iron-spine:

midwest-jeff:

rjtheradnosereindeer:

iron-spine:

Hey, everyone. So this is really, really important. Especially people in the TACOMA, SEATTLE AREA.
Early this morning (Sat. June 21) around 3:00 AM my husband saw somebody jump our backyard fence and snatch our 15 week old puppy, Fennris. Everything happened so fast, and it was completely unexpected so by the time we went after them, they had already gone.
The puppy is about 15 weeks old, an Alaskan Klee Kai (miniature husky). He weighs around 6-7 lbs and his coat is white/gray/black and he has bright blue eyes. He is wearing a blue collar with a nametag on it that reads “Fennris”.
We believe somebody grabbed the puppy, got into a car and drove away.
Please, please, please anyone in the Tacoma, WA area keep an eye out and if you see anything at all or hear anything PLEASE contact me right away.
If you don’t live in the Tacoma, WA area I would greatly appreciate it if you could signal boost this to your followers.
Fennris is the sweetest dog you’ll ever meet, and he’s young and he’s scared. He’s not just a pet, he’s a family member. Please help us find our puppy.
We are offering a $500 reward for his safe and unharmed return.

Yo signal boost this because A) These are the kids that run the Night Owl and B) fuck dog thieves.

Signal boost because neighbors and what kind of sick fuck steals someone’s pup?!

Thank you guys so much for the support.

I think some of my followers live in or around Seattle and Tacoma, as well as myself, so please help out!

bryborg:

iron-spine:

midwest-jeff:

rjtheradnosereindeer:

iron-spine:

Hey, everyone. So this is really, really important. Especially people in the TACOMA, SEATTLE AREA.

Early this morning (Sat. June 21) around 3:00 AM my husband saw somebody jump our backyard fence and snatch our 15 week old puppy, Fennris. Everything happened so fast, and it was completely unexpected so by the time we went after them, they had already gone.

The puppy is about 15 weeks old, an Alaskan Klee Kai (miniature husky). He weighs around 6-7 lbs and his coat is white/gray/black and he has bright blue eyes. He is wearing a blue collar with a nametag on it that reads “Fennris”.

We believe somebody grabbed the puppy, got into a car and drove away.

Please, please, please anyone in the Tacoma, WA area keep an eye out and if you see anything at all or hear anything PLEASE contact me right away.

If you don’t live in the Tacoma, WA area I would greatly appreciate it if you could signal boost this to your followers.

Fennris is the sweetest dog you’ll ever meet, and he’s young and he’s scared. He’s not just a pet, he’s a family member. Please help us find our puppy.

We are offering a $500 reward for his safe and unharmed return.

Yo signal boost this because A) These are the kids that run the Night Owl and B) fuck dog thieves.

Signal boost because neighbors and what kind of sick fuck steals someone’s pup?!
Thank you guys so much for the support.

I think some of my followers live in or around Seattle and Tacoma, as well as myself, so please help out!

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heaven-ly-mind:

Light of the Lambs by Claes Karlsson on 500px

Aw sheepies.  8^)

heaven-ly-mind:

Light of the Lambs by  on 500px

Aw sheepies.  8^)

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Reblog if you’re a Granada Holmesian.

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If you love the Granada series starring Jeremy Brett, David Burke, and Edward Hardwicke as Conan Doyle’s consulting detective and faithful doctor, or if you’re new to the Granada ‘verse, reblog (or like) this post, and start checking out some of your fellow Granada Holmesians. Introduce yourselves, converse, flail, and bask in the Granada love. :)

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Here are pictures 49 to 56 of my trip to Cornwall and London.

This is still the wonderful and familial Methleigh Farm.

The first three pictures are barns and outbuildings, to the left of the house as one approaches it from the drive.  My grandfather tad me that in one of the barns was a ghost dog which barked.  I do not know what kind of a dog it was, or which barn it was, though.  There are a great many buildings.

I did not tell the nice farmers about the ghosts about which my grandfather talked; somehow I was disinclined in the modern kitchen and the sunny day.  

Neither did I mention the mysterious and legendary smuggling tunnels.  As a child I had been told by my parents that they were both filled in and originating in the front hall.  And forbidden to ask my relations, who still had the farm back then. about them at all.  I was an avid Famous Five fan and very keen on smuggling tunnels, especially if they were ‘ours.’  But lo!  There was an elderly Cornishman with a workshop casting urns and other funerary in one of the barns.

He was very interesting and told me he had been through the tunnels with his son!  He did not remember where the entrance was, but knew it was in a hedge.  So we looked, even though it was muddy, and we found it.  It is very very sturdy and in no danger of caving in, ever.  It has massive granite slabs framing it.  How they got them in, I can scarcely imagine.  It is very exciting though.

This man also told me about going about the farm with a metal detector.  it is said somewhere that there was a Roman market on the farm and speculators chose a particular field as most likely, but that he thinks it is a different field because of the large number of Roman coins and other artefacts he has found there.  Again, it is very interesting.

The next picture is of me and a field looking landward.  There were some fields with lambs and sheep, but the pictures would not have been good, and of course i didm;t want to disturb them.

The next two pictures are also fields, one looking landward with the nearest village - Porthleven - on the right of the picture.  The second is looking seaward.  Over the fence is steep very rocky cliffs, with a sand beach at the bottom and a few early surfers.

You can see some of the stone hedges here.  They are said to be the oldest structures in the British Isles - the stone hedges of Cornwall.  They are about 12 feet at the bottom and made from layers of stones and layers of living sod, so they are not only ancient but alive, welding the present and almost pre-history, welding country’s vegetation with the country’s stone.

One the farm where my grandfather was born - St. Elvan there is a field called ‘The Round’ built with these hedges.  It is perfectly round and some suspect it is an ancient pre-historic village like Chysauster, which has been excavated.  I went there as a child.

Next time we will go into Porthleven itself and meet my Uncle Michael.

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ukulele-ikes:

We’ll meet again,

Don’t know where, don’t know when

But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

Keep smiling through,

Just like you always do,

'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

Ah, Vera Lynn.  <3  Please give it a listen for Auld Lang Syne.

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That Is My Name

Note: I wrote a Sherlock fic.  I wanted a ship.  The ship is called Major Hope.  I apologise for the lack of proof-reading.

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It was after the final court appearance and James stood on the steps, his face a-symmetrically  taut and immobile in the sunshine; his arm was more immobile still.  He was in a soft dark suit that felt at once both disrespectfully casual and prohibitively formal.  The car waited, and the quiet solicitous driver stood at almost-but-not-quite attention, looking as if he were not sure whether he should feel guilty for failing to provide a parasol against the sun.  The steps descended from where James stood in a straight line to the car with its open door.

Stand here.  Walk here.  Speak.  Be silent.  Nod.  Shake hands.  Step forward.  Step back.  Here is a car.  He had been given assistance even with his tie.  Everything was done correctly.  Everything was in order.  Their deference was palpable.  He could read the nervousness in their eyes lest some mote or speck or ephemera of protocol had been forgotten, had escaped their relentless <i>organisation</i> of his day.

And he acquiesced.  He acquiesced to everything.

It was not the same as it had been in Afghanistan.  There was no actual imperative, just a traditional one.  There were no actual lives to be saved, except his own, if the response to the media were any guide.  (And what was his life now?)  He did not consider, did not decide, did not lead.  He was not responsible for others lives.  He was barely responsible for his own.  Responsible.  He made the correct responses.  He acquiesced.

He looked down the stairs and the open door seemed to lead to Hell - a Hell of silence and his home and servants and a complete absence of volition or reason for volition.

He walked down the stairs.  “I’ll be along later.”

"But, my orders.  But, my superiors.  …Sir."  The boy looked almost stricken with dread at this sudden dilemma.

James looked at him.

"Yes, sir.  Of course, sir."  Now it was definitely attention, and a salute, warranted or not.  It was not James’ to give orders now.  James.  No one called him ‘James’ any more.

"I’ll be along later."

"Yes, sir."  The fear did not leave the young man’s eyes.

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Hooray!  So something wibbly wobbly timey wimey happened.

Hooray!  So something wibbly wobbly timey wimey happened.

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Photos 42 - 48 of my trip to Cornwall and London.

We are still at Methleigh.  We will also be at Methleigh tomorrow.  I took a great number of pictures.  It is the ancestral mansion after all.

This is the house from the front and the drive.  It doesn’t look huge from here, but it goes back, and there are wings.  It is from the window in the top right, facing the house that my grandfather heard the ghosts.  They are not ghosts you see, or ghosts that speak or threaten or that tingle in the hairs at the back of your neck (as they say.)  This ghost is the sound of a carriage, which comes up the drive and stops in front of the house.  The people alight and the carriage drives away.  It is an audial ghost.  That is it.  It is not spectacular.  You may say: a sound?!  That could be anything.  But a serial sound, distinct in a quiet country house, far from a road, before the age of power or traffic or cars or electricity or…  A ghost!  There was also the ghost of a barking dog in the bar, but there are many barns and I had no idea which it might have been.

I wish the ghost story were more exciting, but it is real and all the more likely for its complete lack of drama.

The second picture is the long side of the house.  The door you can best see leads to the kitchen and is the door they most use.

The third picture is the water wheel.  You can’t tell the scale from this, but it is about two stories tall - maybe it is twenty feet in diameter.

The next three pictures are simply various parts of the house from various angles.  The last is the mounting block at the front.  It is just out of view in the top picture, against the front wall and to the left.