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“Who is she? Oh that's the great mystery. You'll never know her in full, the layers run deep. But through art, words and magic - you can find pieces of her spread around. Wild ones can never be tamed, they came to earth to teach us how to be free.”

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“Esmeralda’s breath caught, a vision flashed: Mack jumping in front of Prince Peter, his face set and determined, men scattering and shouting. “It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to Peccioli, Esmeralda.” Esmeralda tried to control her expression as the vision changed. She saw Mack bursting into a room, finding young Prince Peter contorted in pain, suspended above his bed. Mack bellowed a Scripture, and the black smoke departed, but the stench of sulfur lingered. Her eyes grew huge as she whispered, “The black smoke… you fought it…you saved the Prince from it.” Mack jerked his hand away. The vision cleared and Esmeralda looked at him in horror. “I’m so sorry. I should not have said that.” Mack, turning to Thaddeus, drawled, “Well, she is a surprise. You brought me a seer?” —Esmeralda ben Claude and Mack ben Robert”

“It was clear that Meredith was special. Extraordinary, like Redbud had been. A conjurer. And then there was Cliff. The first seer in the family in five generations. He could see snatches of the future, but also people's emotions and the hidden qualities of things. They, not Lee, would be the ones to perpetuate the tradition and continue Belva's work. Lee would always be there to support them and to spend a day or a night around the fire. But she didn't want to dedicate her life to it. Lee had started looking at the counseling graduate program at the university a few hours away. She may not be powerful like her mother or Meredith, but she could roam around a person's internal landscape. She wanted to help people like her mother. She knew how seemingly impossible it was to treat addiction, and that was a challenge she wanted to meet. The quest for knowledge was where she'd thrived all those years ago, and she wanted to return to it. That was where she belonged. And now she would use it to serve her community, as generations of Bucks had done before her.”

“Over the past few years one change has taken over my writing. It's that I no longer write from thought. Almost everything I write today is the result of subconscious grinding. In fact, these days I make it a point to not write from thought, particularly because things written from thought never quite embody the magic of my naturally flowing spring of words. Initially my writings contained occasional natural gems, bridged by materials from thought, particularly my early works of prose. But nowadays, it's like some invisible force does the actual writing - the complete writing, I only take dictations. Perhaps I've gotten lazy, or perhaps the outside has gotten lazy, for the inside has come alive. The thinker has given in, for the seer has come alive. This ain't mysticism, just the genius of nature. I ain't a mystic, just nature at its peak.”

“You were forged for more. The shadow nears. What has begun must be ended,” the Seer foretold, her eyes distant, twitching as if she saw something I couldn’t. “The fallen shall rise, and with him, ruin—Dagaz shall burn, your bond shall break. Protect what breathes, what bleeds, what binds. Alone, you stand. For now. In time, your other half shall awaken. Beyond the veil, darkness stirs. Stop the fallen…or all is lost.”

“Nothing should be worshipped [sic] that has form or is individuated. The universal Divine Life is alone to be worshipped. There is no colorless pantheism in this concept; for the God of each man is one with the universal God: the Conqueror obtains the Universe, not by being absorbed and obliterated by it, but by transcending the limitations of his individual consciousness and partaking of the universal Divine Consciousness. As an individual he loses nothing but his imperfections, but he gains the All, the "Origin and the Perfection." And this is Seership, which is not "prophecy," "second sight" or sense-perception on any plane of consciousness, but is Direct Cognition of Reality.”

“Life’s shrouded crossing seems to jump off with a hunger to take a blood-quickening journey, a desire to search for enchantment over the next hillock. We launch our feral voyage with a primitive pulsation to explore unknown lands and a desire to become acquainted with both village people and sophisticated ancient civilizations. Along the way, we will meet friends and foes. In our lightest moments, we will make love to a beautiful mate under a canopy of stars. In the darkest hours, we will fret about how to evade danger and scheme how best to conquer our enemies. The rainbow of experiences that we endure will undoubtedly bemuse, bruise, batter, and occasionally sully us. These hard on the hide shards of experience will also reveal our polychromatous character. By undertaking vivid encounters in the wilderness, with any luck, we will discover a numinous interior world. With immersion into a myriad of life shaping experiences, an undeterred person will stumble onto a path leading to personal illumination. The passage of liberation that a crusader must inevitably endure leads to a shocking psychological transformation, a spiritual overhaul allowing the seeker to finally overcome infantile images and febrile delusions that would otherwise continue to derail their fervent urge to forge an emergent personality, acquire wisdom, and attain bliss.”