A Red deer hind jumps across a logging track in front of me. Eastern Slovakia.
Storks flying over a freshly mowed field, Eastern Slovakia. The sheer number and size of them are reminiscent of the Jurassic period…
Here is wisdom: One must perpetually repeat 7°=4□ from different angles, becoming the Babe, rising to 8°=3□ and then, returning to 7°=4□ in a new form. There can be no attainment of 9°=2□ without clear Gnosis of the Self and Ennoia of the World. A direct, methodical path from 6°=5□ through 7°=4□ through 8°=3□ to 9°=2□ isContinue reading “In and out of the Abyss”
May you live all the days of your life. – Jonathan Swift
Evening falls in the Carpathian Mountains of Eastern Slovakia. A lone hunting tower sits atop a hill in the distance
This is one of the red squirrels which live in my garden by the stream. Some of them are melanistic.
I had coffee in the centre of Bardejov this morning and watched the world slowly go by. I mulled things over and wrote down a few notes in my Moleskine.
The view from a break in the treeline along an old logging trail in the hills near my home. Eastern Slovakia. I love the forest so deeply.
An old cabin in a meadow, in the forest, beside a stream. Eastern Slovakia. Idyllic
Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur