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My Doppelgänger – Finale
Content warning: This story contains references to murder. I had been sound asleep in my car when I heard the tapping at the window and saw the flashlight shine in. Shit, I thought. I was parked on the side of… Continue reading
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My Doppelgänger – Part 2
Content warning: This story contains references to murder and suicide. Our modern usage of the term doppelgänger betrays its deep mythological roots. Often, we refer to doppelgängers as a twin stranger or someone who merely looks exactly like us. But… Continue reading
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My Doppelgänger – Part 1
“Ere Babylon was dust, / The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, / Met his own image walking in the garden. / That apparition, sole of men, he saw. / For know there are two worlds of life and death: /… Continue reading
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I’ll See Your Sin and Raise You a City
You want to know how Las Vegas came to be? Pull up a chair, ante up, and let me deal you the truth. First, I looked out at that desert: hot, dry, empty. God left it blank, like He was… Continue reading
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What a Blessing!
Look at the sunshine, what a blessing!Look at the daffodils, what a blessing!Look at the car that cuts me off in traffic, still, a blessing!Look at my wife raising her voice, even that is a blessing! The river running freethe… Continue reading
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Just Sit
Just sit and observe Who is the self who is observing? You think you are this or thatbut you are just awareness The internal talk comes and goeslike little clouds across the sky The sky is never clearnot really So… Continue reading
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The Last Letter of Brother Anselm
From the cell of Brother Anselm, Feast of St. Michael To whomever finds these words, I write by the guttering of a single candle, though I fear light itself has betrayed me. What I saw tonight at the altar cannot… Continue reading
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Closer Than We Think
The letter arrived on a night when the wind clawed at the shutters, and the candlelight trembled. Its parchment was yellowed, its ink uneven, as though it had been written in haste or in a hand not wholly steady. “You… Continue reading
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The Descent of Father Armand
Father Armand had heard the whispers long before he found the key. They rose from beneath the cathedral floor, curling into his dreams. When the sexton’s ring yielded an iron key too ancient for any lock aboveground, Armand knew it… Continue reading
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The Root of Justice
To accept is not to yieldbut to see the world as it is Clarity blooms in stillnessand from that clear groundaction risesfirm as a mountaingentle as flowing water Acceptance is not the endbut the beginning of right effortwhere seeing deeplybecomes… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 