Direction – Page 100 – The Mansionic Perspective

The First of the ‘Bers…

White Rabbits once again! Here we are in the final third of the year once more, the ‘Bers. Winter’s approaching, the days are getting shorter, the nights are getting darker earlier, the mornings are getting harder to get up in, the candles are being lit before supper, the coal fires are being stoked before bedtime,…

Tom

Sep 1, 2012

Direction, Feel GOOD!, Random, Real Life, Time, Words

100 Words, Age, Celebration, Day-to-day, Gratitude, Happiness, Life, Thoughts

Sovereign

Here I go again, waffling on about my rather strange pull to the early Seventeenth Century. I’ve not had anything appear to me, or had any inkling to write or investigate anything for a few months now. Not only that, but I haven’t had any images appear in my mind of the ship or three…

Tom

Aug 30, 2012

Background, Confusion, Direction, Legends, Mystery, Questions, Random Memories, Real Life, The World, Time

1642, Coincidence, Day-to-day, Dreams, History, Messages from the Universe, Thoughts

Hope Before Despair

Could there be a world without hope? The word, yes; the emotion, no. Well, I hope not anyway! But wait… The word ‘hope’ is from an Old English, or Anglo Saxon, word that was used before the year 900AD, ‘hopa’. Despair, or the lack or loss of hope, was introduced between the years 1275 and…

No more problems… another test post

I’m hoping that I’m not speaking, or rather typing, too early, but the earlier problems I had experienced with WordPress seem to have been resolved. I always automatically think that the problem is to do with my computer now, rather than the site itself, but this time I knew it wasn’t. For one thing, I…

Tom

Aug 27, 2012

Abilities, Confusion, Direction, Feel GOOD!, Mystery, Questions, Random, Real Life, The World, Time

Blog, Blogland, The Universe, Thoughts

The Daily Stranger

This is personal. I’m sorry about that. This is the only way I can communicate with you. I’m sorry about that, too. I see you walking, I don’t know if you notice. You brighten the dullest of mornings as you walk along the pavement. I can’t speak to you as we pass each other, I…