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@BeardedJarl The nature of life observed and experienced calls us all to be pioneers of ontology. Those that require grand theories of everything tend only to be pioneers in narrative.
The nature of life observed and experienced calls us all to be pioneers of ontology. Those that require grand theories of everything tend only to be pioneers in narrative.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2020
@TheSacredIsle @fenifur @lauowolf @VagabondTabby I do love you. Seeing good where I would say that that bold pisspuffinry online is usually just a manifestation of inner core of pisspuffinry displayed in all other areas of their life.
I do love you. Seeing good where I would say that that bold pisspuffinry online is usually just a manifestation of inner core of pisspuffinry displayed in all other areas of their life.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2020
@AdamStoryteller There’s often nothing more broken than the ink tradition and by their nature, so many mystery schools were not a passing of a full tradition, but a passing of tools, hints and paths to be explored as mystery itself evolves/teaches us.
There's often nothing more broken than the ink tradition and by their nature, so many mystery schools were not a passing of a full tradition, but a passing of tools, hints and paths to be explored as mystery itself evolves/teaches us.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 5, 2020
Mother Miller and her cat Went to boneyard to chat Mother says puss can you spy Upon who the vicar sent to die? Can you wander in the world of dead Come back to tell me what was said? – Trad. rhyme about Hookland witch Mother Miller and her infamous cat #WitchWednesday
Mother Miller and her cat
Went to boneyard to chat
Mother says puss can you spy
Upon who the vicar sent to die?
Can you wander in the world of dead
Come back to tell me what was said?
– Trad. rhyme about Hookland witch Mother Miller and her infamous cat #WitchWednesday— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2020
The witch knows what lies below from the roots of trees, from the bones of the dead nested there that sing to her from the ghost soil. She knows what is above from the crow and wren who lend her their eyes. All else, the land whispers to her. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #WitchWednesday
The witch knows what lies below from the roots of trees, from the bones of the dead nested there that sing to her from the ghost soil. She knows what is above from the crow and wren who lend her their eyes. All else, the land whispers to her. – #EmilyBanting, 1981 #WitchWednesday
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2020
@IntoaHare Alban.
Alban.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2020
Passports to other worlds have changed in appearance across the centuries. The old tokens of Faery – silver leafs from impossible trees, the feathers of fantastic birds – have become telepathic star-maps, minor radiation burns. Yet they still open doors. – Brian Danebury, 1978
Passports to other worlds have changed in appearance across the centuries. The old tokens of Faery – silver leafs from impossible trees, the feathers of fantastic birds – have become telepathic star-maps, minor radiation burns. Yet they still open doors. – Brian Danebury, 1978
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2020
The solo sÌ©ance. A pilgrimage through the static of souls. Desperate in the dark, clutching at communication. A phrase that breaks through. A phrase that cannot be banished: ÛÏWe are the infection of your memory. We are the tiny teeth at your throat.Û – #CLNolan #WyrdWednesday
The solo séance. A pilgrimage through the static of souls. Desperate in the dark, clutching at communication. A phrase that breaks through. A phrase that cannot be banished: “We are the infection of your memory. We are the tiny teeth at your throat.” – #CLNolan #WyrdWednesday
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2020
@Elisabe52245554 Cat’s know the buttering of bread.
Cat's know the buttering of bread.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2020
@c_satah Well while I have the highest honour of the most recent edition of Folk Horror Revival Corpse Roads being dedicated to me, none of those books are written by me.
Well while I have the highest honour of the most recent edition of Folk Horror Revival Corpse Roads being dedicated to me, none of those books are written by me.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 4, 2020