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The Mistycs Episode One: The Union of the Three On a distant and hilly horizon somewhere in a far away world, a steady and pulsing grey mist pervades everything in sight and buffets its infinite multitude of shapes around the trees on a green and barren landscape. The only noises to be heard are those of Mother Nature who acts as a kind of herald to the faint outline of a male figure that can now be seen emerging from the heart of the mist. His dark brown head of thick hair bowed down in weary fashion, he wears a brown leather tunic with a yellow rope for a belt around his well proportioned waistline. He drags his black leather moccasins along the rough track in sheer exhaustion from his travels around the wilderness plains. This was a man who looked like he had been left scarred by the unforgiving and tortuous hands of time, but for whom time was his only friend, all that he had left in the world bar his rudimentary belongings and a sturdy oak walking staff that helped h...

T E N D A Y S O F P A R A D O X N O T E S   O F A N O B S E R V E R A  D I A R Y  O F L I F E D A Y 1: Tuesday 24 th February I would like to focus more clearly and clarify my thoughts.  I love to write about all sorts of ideas, but a defined subject keeps eluding my train of thought which ebbs and flows like the many atmospheric gases that we all breathe in our daily lives. What would it be like to live and exist on a space station, suspended in an ominous vacuum like a tiny puppet on a string?  This idea struck me as an exciting one when I was considerably younger and happily striving for the unattainable status of Elite© in the famous 1980s PC space trading game.  Even now, because of this wonderful teenage experience the much lamented strains of Strauss’ famous ‘Blue Danube’ Waltz swim into the silent and singing part of my mind whenever I see a space station on the te...