Oh no not again

Well here I go attempting to add a photo to my latest blog. I was going through my Facebook account when I noticed people discussing a closed train station and commenting on how inconvenient it would be for them.

I took a different approach especially upon reading the name of said station “Hobbs End”. Recently I have been re-watching old Quartermass movies and as some of you will know I am a keen follower of the British Experimental Rocket Groups activities as well.

Hobbs End is located on Hobbs Lane W10 London and both the station and the road it is on have been linked to many paranormal and supernatural occurrences over the years. As some of you will know Hobb is the modern spelling of Hob which to some especially early Christians means the Devil.

Over the years there have been many sittings of ghosts and dark figures whilst reports of possession and poltergeist activity are twice as high in Hobbs Lane as any other place in London. This has made Hobbs lane a must stop location for occultists, pagans, new age groupies and of course so called Satanists and other followers of the left hand path.

Well just after World War II much of the street was cleared and the underground station was subject to modernisation. It was at this point that they discovered a ancient Martian Space Ship. It caused all kinds of havoc.

More recently Caballistics, Inc. the former Q Department also had issues at Hobbs end along with the Brigadier and his boys. So what now, why are they messing around with the place. So what will they turn up this time? I suspect with all that is happening in London recently and the vague negative smog which currently covers Albion it will not be good.

The most recent reports seem to have been as late as 2013 with people claiming to have seen an old fashioned station master walking the platform usually just before someone disappeared.

So which government department is responsible for this latest investigation into Hobbs End?  Maybe its MI13 or MI7. Maybe it’s the newly re-established Q Department, or the Ministry of Occult Affairs or is it the British Rocket Group or even UNIT we shall just have to wait and see what nightmare is disturbed this time!

1983 My first visit to Port Blacksand

I was 10 years old when I first came to Port Blacksand I came with my Grandfather. My grandfather had been a dock worker there when he was younger; it was where he learned carpentry and the art of storytelling.

He knew quite a few people there and one day he had to pick up some wood he had ordered, so we had to go and visit his friend Quall a quartermaster for one of the ship yards there. My Grandfather had warned me that goblins, ogres, trolls and perhaps worse would be encountered by the reminded me to stay close and follow his lead always.

So taking up his shillelagh stick and putting on his knife he rose up onto the front of the wagon and beckoned me to follow. I remember the day well I was wearing a white tunic, my brown knee length breaches and a pair of sturdy leather sandals.

I was wearing my belt knife and also carried a smaller shillelagh as well. Now my family had always had an odd relationship when it came to the divine game of good and evil we had traditionally worshipped Libra and Logaan. I hear what you are saying how is that, well it is just one of those things really.

Both the lady of justice who has watched over me since my birth and Logaan god of chance and tricksters has often come visit me and sit down for the odd discussion usually when I least expected it or just when I needed it but did not realise. So going to Blacksand whilst scary did not really bother me, I was after all going with my grandfather.

Upon arriving we were stopped by the gate guard who seemed to recognise my grandfather. It was odd seeing him joke and exchange pleasantries with trolls. I mean I had seen him speak to gnomes and dwarves plenty of times even the odd elf but never the darker races.

Well after a short while we were through the gate and in the city proper. I noticed the town guard as they walked and strutted amongst the people causing people to part out of their way.  My grandfather headed for his friends place first Jimmy Quicktint the most famous and skilled Tattooist in Port Blacksand, well tats what my grandfather and Jimmy used to say. He always treated me well and had red liquorish waiting for me when I visited.

Then we went to see a Man Orc Herbalist. Grandfather always called him Yellow Tusk and it was from him he always bought his tobacco. Again as I would discover on latter journeys they would exchange gossip and rumour and even pass each other the odd message. From whom I will never know, but I trusted my grandfather so I never asked.

Lastly before we picked up the wood we went to see Granny Grumble, now do not get me wrong here, there was nothing pleasant or nice about Granny Grumble for a start she was a hag, I have never enquired what kind of Hag but I know she was a friend of my grandfather and that she would never do him or his harm on account that he had saved her once. I also know she was able to call upon dark magic's and was skilled in the use of the left hand path.

She never really liked me but put up with me on account of me been my grandfather’s kin.  I will confess in the years since my grandfather passed away I have kept in touch with all of these characters although some like my grandfather no longer walk this world. In fact Granny is the only one to still dwell in the pirate city the others having gone to dwell with their ancestors.

In any case after we had tea with her we got back on the wagon and made our way down to the docks and the ship yard where the Quartermaster lived and worked.  For my Grandfather it was like returning home he was hugged and greeted and everyone took a break to catch up.

Then the measuring and cutting of wood took place and the wood was lifted onto his wagon and secured for the journey home. However by the time we had finished it was growing dark and even my grandfather preferred not to walk the streets of Blacksand at night. So leaving the wagon at the ship yard we made our way to a tavern he knew and secured a room.

I was put to bed and my grandfather went down stairs to meet up with old friends have a bit to drink and smoke some pipe weed. I decided I would creep after him and keeping to the shadows of the balcony listen to his tales and those of his friends.

This first night in Blacksand has stayed with me for the rest of my days. He was sitting there with Jimmy and the Quarter Master and a couple of others I had not yet learned the names of when a  big burly man I later learned was a half-ogre barged past my grandfather and knocked his drink.

The half-ogre although unharmed and still clutching his own drink to exception to my grandfather been in his way and so started to shout and holler at my grandfather standing up and wiping himself down with a bar cloth he looked the ogre straight in the eyes.

The man-ogre I swear flinched. Then I noticed were the bar cloth had been my grandfather’s Shillelagh now appeared as if it had been there all along. The half-ogre drew his knife, well he called it a knife but in fact it was the size of a short sword. People cleared a circle and several goblins began collecting bets.

I thought about calling the city guard, but my grandfather had warned me they were worse than the criminals so I held my breath and waited to see what I could see. My grandfather was calmly asking the half-ogre to drop his weapon and walk away. He did not want to hurt the ogre and had little enough time in Blacksand as it was.

The ogre-get just laughed and swung at him. My grandfather stepped into the attack and brought his stick down hard on the half-ogres knee. You could hear the crack all over the tavern room. The ogre let out a howl that was even louder. As the ogre-kin went down my grandfather stepped back out from under it and once more tapped the creature on the back of the head this time causing a similar crack.

The half-beast dropped its knife and fell to the floor not dead but crippled and unconscious. Half the audience stopped to stare and disbelief the rest started to whoop and cheer. Sitting back down as the friends of the half-ogre dragged their friend away my grandfather continued to share tall tales with his friends and he left me wondering just how many of his tall tales where made up and just how many where true.

That my friends was the first time I had travelled to Port Blacksand, it would not be my last but that is another story.

Dear Friends,

This is an old tale which I took and modified to reflect a good friend of mine, a one time apprentice and perhaps one of the strongest people I know. Recently she started a family of her own, broke a curse and re-entered my life in style. I would like to dedicate this tale to her and her father. To Tiger-Lilly and Tilsburg long may your days upon midgard be and may you have many adventures whilst here!

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Greetings and well met,

My name is Garwulf some of you know me, others do not but hopefully by Logan's and Libra's will you have at least heard of me! I am a story teller and a follower of the old faith, some say I am a story teller others claim in older times I would have been a druid, less enlightened people call me a Hedge Wizard or a Magician or even a necromancer. Well I am a little of all these things and a bit more. I have been a Solider and a freebooter I have dealt with and traveled with Gestir, Stipendarii, Sergeants and even Cottereaux.

             I have traveled to Essex, Cornwall, Northumbria and Mercia to Wessex and even Hibernia, I have been a guest of the Lord of Gwent and I have been forced to flee the lands of the Franks. I have been party to Northmen rituals to Odin, Thor and Sif and I have met danced with Hecate, Artemis and Selene. i have played chess with hermes [and lost] and I have  lived amongst the Cruithne and once spent a year amongst the Orkneyinga.

            In this time I have encountered Night Hags and Banshee’s done battle with Boggies, Red Caps, Goblins and Dark Elves. I have fled from Liche, and Wights and I have done spell battle with Vatican Sorcerers in priestly guise and foul Necromancers who have used their gift for evil instead of good. I have made friends with Dwarves, lived amongst Elves have seen the birth of a Unicorn foul and witnessed the death and rebirth of a Pheonix.

            The story I want to tell you is about a young women called Tigerlily Millstone. Now some of you may of heard of her, others may not have. Tigerlily is a real person and a young women with so much inner strength she could and has felled a troll with her mind. That however has not always been the case. This story is a story of one of her many adventuures. When the story takes place she is the daughter of a powerful local cheiften and warrior. Her mother has passed away from the pox and she lives with her family in Tilia near to the banks of the river. She is a skilled fighter and a bit of a thief and as yet is unaware of her magical potential. her name comes from her preoccupation with getting into trouble. Although her father loves her she has become abit of a Millstone around his neck as she gets involved with scrapes and adventures. This story begins with her at home but soon ends up somewhere else!

           

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As we begin this Tale we first need to understand where Tigerlily lived the town of Tilia is dominated by the docks where most of the towns men and women work and the might Tilia Fort. Now general Tilia was a mighty man with a mighty reputation and you will understand because of him Tilia was a much more important town than it might otherwise have been. It was because of this that unlike many towns and villages at this time Tilia had a school run by a couple of priests named Brother Torrel and brother Chad. The school opened for a half day half day between Moonday and freyasday with Saturnsday and Sunday off. The school was not renowned for the sages and scholars it produced but it was much used if not as much as the church would have liked. Now Tigerlilly's father, Jarl Chael wanted his daughter  to amount to something, one child his son was already a master ranger and adventurer and travelled far and wide bring fame and fortune to the family, one daughter (a berserk and part time pit fighter) was safely married and producing male heirs the last was still very young and had a way to go. So his attention fell to Tigerlilly. Which was not in Tigerlilly's opinion always a good thing.
            One day after a very nasty arguement with one of her teachers where Tigerlilly had dared to question the shape of the world. Brother Chad had begun the lesson by showing a picture of a flat world with all the water poring of the sides. Tigerlilly had simply asked "Sir if the water falls of the side of the world how comes we do not run out". Brother Chad had almost choked and had sent her out fourth with. knowing her father would not be pleased with this she decided to run away and return when she had made her fortune!

            She travelled for a day and a night until just before dawn on the second day she came across a Shepard crying. "Wots up" she said. Well the Shepard almost jumped out of his skin, by the time he had recovered Tigerlilly had sat down and helped herself to a mug of his tea and some of his cheese. "You scared the living day lights out of me young girl, what buisness do you have skulking around out here".

"SKULLKING, SKULLKING I WAS NOT SKULLIKING UNDERSTAND". Well the shepard who had faced down wolves and bears and even a boar once was not quite prepared for this.

"Sorry" he said rather meekly. "Its just that an Ogre has been steeling some of my sheep each morning and I am quite powerless to stop him"

Tigerlilly stood and looked up at the man "Well wot do I get if I sort this bully out". The Shepard almost laughed until he saw she was serious.

"Well if you can and I say IF you can rid me of the Ogre I will give you a 1/4 of my sheep".

"A 1/3 said Tigerlilly" very confidently. " Done" replied the Shepard who figured she would be dead soon in any case.

Tigerlilly looked around "I'll need some of this cheese and I think thats about it!"

Chesse,! please be my guess. Oh look here comes the Ogre! Tigerlilly smiled this was going to be the easest job she had done in a while!

"Oi you big nose" called Tigerlilly to the Ogre. "big Nose BIG NOSE who are you calling big NOSE" roared the ogre.

"Well look ere if you dont stop eating this guys sheep I am going to break your nose" she said confidently.

"i would like to see you try" laughed the Ogre.

"Ok then" she said and walked towards him "If you dont fink I am strong enough I'll prove it!"

"How" said the Oger suspiciously. " Well we will both grab a stone and squeeze it the first one to amke water come from it will obviously be the stronger"

"Yeah spose so" said the Ogre.

Tigerlilly took a rock out of her pouch (he Cheese she took from the Shepard) and the Ogre picked up one from the ground. They both began to squeeze. Tigerlilly soon had water coming out of hers. The Ogre though try a she might could not make water run from his rock.

The Ogre looked at the small human girl and wondered just how human she was. He was now more than just a little frightened.

"Look" said Tigerlilly "how about i give you another chance" The Ogre stroked his chin and said yeah ok but this time I choose and if you beat me you get half my treasure"

Tigerlilly smiled and the Ogre gulped what had it let its self in for?

"Come on then little one" the ogre said bravely, ignoring the small humans sneer "Well head of to my cave and i'll introduce you to me mother"

The ogres mother lived with her son in an old sea cave and it was almost midnight before the two odd companions arrived.

"Wait ere a sec" said the ogre who then hurried on in and told his old crone of a mother everything. Now his mother was no ordinary ogre, her mother had been a sea hag and had told her secrets. The mother looked out at the small human and laughed. "Some how you have been tricked me lad" she cackled "I iz sure of it"

She looked around the room ah yes she thought to herself I have just the thing, "call this Tilly creature in and do it fast"

"Come here girl, see these two clubs" she pointed to two great mauls "I bet my son can thow one further than you can".

Although worried Tilly never let it show "Yeah well I reckon you might be a bit surprised my deary said Tilly with fake confidence"

"Well lets go then" said the Ogre grabbing both clubs and effortlessly swinging them up onto his shoulders. So of they went up on to the cliff to see who could throw their club the furthest.

By the time the two had got to the top of the Cliff Tigerliiy was exhusted and looked around to see if their was anyway she could get out of this. All she could see was the night sky, the full moon, the see and the land. What am I going to do she thought....then she had an idea by Luna she had it.

"I'll go first" said the ogre confidently

"Be my guest" said Tigerlilly equally confident

The ogre picked up his club and through, it went for almost a mile and a half. Tigerlilly was impressed but descided not to say so, now to see if her plan would work.

Tigerlilly picked up the end of her club and waited looking in the direction the gre had thrown his.

They wiated and waited until finally the Ogre spoke "Come on then what are you waiting for"

I thought he would never ask thought the brave young girl. "Oh sorry I was just waiting for the Moon to get out of the way, I wouldn't want to hit her"

The Ogre stopped and staired at her then he stared at the moon and then he returned his gaze to the little slip of a girl who stood so confidently before him.

"You dont want to hit the moon" he stamered. As he spoke his eye developed a nervous tick. As he spoke he lost colour from his face and began to swet. Then without another word he turned and ran back down the cliff to the cave bellow.

Tigerlilly thought she could here him cry "mummieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" as he entered the cave

Taking her time Tigerlilly Millstone walked back to the cave most pleased with herself. She even had an oppertunity to meet a talking fish but that alas was and is another story.

When Tigerlilly arrived back at the Cave the two Ogres where all smiles and pleasantry. "Well you best have some food and a sleep its been a big day for you" said the Ogre Hag. Tigerilly pretended to eat the food not trusting the two Ogres and then asked to be shown to her bed!

"Well just go make it for you my dear" the Hag said sweetly, two sweetly for Tigerlilly's liking. So she snuck after them.

As she came to a turn in the cave she heard the two Ogres planning to kill her in her sleep. The plan was to come in quietly and bash her over the head until she was dead and to eat her body in the morning. When the Ogres cam back they had brought an old tatty blanket with them. "Follow me honey" the She Ogre said.

            As soon as they had left her TigerLilly looked around until she say a spare club. Picking it up she staggered over to the bed and placed the club in the bed. Then quickly she hid under the bed making sure the tatty blanket covered the club and hung over the edge of the bed. Tigerlilly did not have to wait long as her candle burnt down low she could hear the Ogre creep into her room he had with him one of the great Mauls from the throwing contest. he raised it up high and bashed down on where the girls head should have been. He hit her not once, not twice but three times. Jumping with joy he turned around and went to inform his mother of his deed.

            When the old sea hag heard what had occurred she jumped with joy and began to prepare a cauldren in which to cook the young humans remains. Ah they would eat well this day a lovely human female full of strength and vitality.

Just to make sure she had placed a powerful curse of slaying on the Maul so she was absoultly sure that the girl was dead, dead, dead!

Oh how well had this worked out, her son would be able to claim more sheep for all would fear him now, the young girl was dead and they would make a snack of her and lastly thye got to keep there treasure.

She was about to sing when something rather odd and unexpected happened.....

"Morning" called the very much alive Tigerlilly. "I hope you two slept as well as I did, that is one comftable bed."

Both Ogres just stood there mouths agap and eyes wide.

The She Ogre could only say one thing and that came out as  whisper "no no no no no no noooooooooooooooo"

The male Ogre her son was almost crying, his legs where buckled and his knees knocked against each other. Instead of grey his skin had turned a greeny cream and he failed to find his voice.

"the only thing I have to complain about" said Tilly carrying on as if nothing was wrong at all "is that i ahve a small bump on my head I think I might have bumped it in the night or you have bed bugs".

The Ogres where in complete shock and filled with fear. Both powerful either in strength or magic where quite convinced that this small human beofre them was much more than she appeared.

"Oh great one please dont kill us" they pleaded "You can have all of our treasure an dme sun will help you carry it home!".

Tigerlilly Milstone was over the moon. She looked at the two cowering monsters. "Well if you do not want me to destroy you then you must both promise to stop attacking humans and eating their sheep". Oh that remined her "And your son can help me get my sheep home.

With that they packed up all the treasure and went to visit a certian shepard. He was very impressed and more than a little scared. He gave her all the sheep she wanted and was glad to see her go.

It took Tigerlilly just two days to get home, all in all she had been away for almost a week. She got the Ogre to put her treasure in her fathers  round house and then forced the poor creature to build a pen for the sheep.

Before she let it go she gave it one last order which it was more than pleased to do! Well around about noon Tigerlilly's father had returned he was in a foul mood. Things had not gone well that week first his daughter had been thrown out of school, then his daughter had run off, then he had discovered his prize cheese the one that looked like a slab of stone was missing, then he remembered Tigerlilly had the Key to his strong box, then he realised he missed having her to shout at, then he discovered one of his farmers was been terrorised by a Ogre so he had taken the militia out after it but it seemed to have vanished, then today some Ogre had beaten Brother Chad near to death with his flat earth model, then when he got home someone had parked a load of sheep where his chariot went. As he opened his door to his round house he was hit by the smell of mutton, hmm he thought to himself that smells lovely...then he quickly reminded himself he was angry! As was his custom he walked past his cheese room what was this not one but three pieces of stony granite cheese. Something was very wrong he thought.

Drawing his Axe he went to his strong box only to discover he now had five and that most of them where over flowing.

"DAD" he heard a voice call "FOODS READY"

So shocked at hearing his daughters voice he almost dropped his axe, he turned and walked into the Kitchen.

Standing their in her best cloths all new! With a ladle behind her back looking all innocent and smiles was Tilly. On the table was a big bowl of mutton and a fresh loaf of bread. His big knife was also sharpened and waiting for him.

He went to speak but before he could Tilly spoke "SIT!" he did and as he did she kissed her father on the cheek. As he sat down all he could think was to do as he was told and eat.

"I’m just of out dad Adilade isn’t feeling well and needs to go to the Wise women to get checked out and I am the only one who will take her see ya latter" and with that the door slammed and she was gone.

As her father sat there he wasn’t quite sure if he understood what had just happened. At first he considered cursing Hel for sending him a daughter with more balls than most berserkers and then he considers thanking Odin for sending him a girl who could look after herself in the end he simply thanked the three fates that his daughter was his daughter.

And with that thought he tucked into his meal and by Odins beards it was good!

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Well my good hosts and audience that was the story of Tigerlilly Millstone and the Ogre by the Sea, my name is Garwulf and it is my hope that by Logan's and Libra's will you have at least enjoyed my tale. Thank you for my drinks and your complements, but the evening grows late and I must retire until next time Blessed Be and may fate always guide you!

1973

For me there is no year quite as important as 1973. It was a very busy year, some of you might have heard on the news or read in a new paper that the USOS Seaview began deep sea dive testing in the arctic. Whilst somewhere in the South Pacific renowned nuclear physicist Dr. Ambrose Dextor was assassinated. Caused up roar in the UN Security Council when it was claimed that it was a British agent who had killed the famous head of the UN nuclear weapons programme.

It was the same year that the author Sprague de Camp with the help of Owlswich Press Philadelphia publish a copy of Al-Azif also known as the Necronomican. About the same time the Right Reverend John Rogers is forced to resign, which caused a great deal of concern in certain occult circles.

The famous race car driver Tom Kovack has a near death experience which makes front page news papers. What does not make the front pages is that it caused him to develop psychos powers, most notably ESP. He ended up working with Michelle Brent a world renowned parapsychologist. They end up according to Arcanium Society records investigating a mysterious manor house here in England.

Also in 1973 reporter and occult debunker David Norliss goes missing. His editor Sanford T. Evans finds the so called Norliss tapes. Apparently the tapes reveal that David had been investigating a vampire coven are linked to the demon Sargoth.

Then most strange of all on the very eve of the Yom Kipper war, on the day of the European Patent Convention was signed, in the small hours of  Friday 5th of October armchair occultist, warrior of light and future grey wizard Gary Bates was born.

As he was born Libra goddess of Justice and Truth and Logaan Lord of Tricksters stood watch and smiled at what had come to pass for although he did not know it this young explorer of the rum and uncanny would in his own odd way serve them both in the years to come.

High above them on Earths secret moon base the President of the UN was signing Earth up to the Galactic Federation. The rest is as they say is history.

Over the years Gary has had several ambitions the core ones appear here:

1. To see his 30th birthday
2. To marry a Celtic babe who was skilled in arms and magic
3. To have both a boy and girl child
4. To become a teacher
5. To see his 40th birthday
6. To become an author
7. To publish own RPG
8. To build Heritage centre
9. To see his 73rd birthday with mind intact and in reasonable health
10. To see the sunrise and sunset on October 5th, 2073

That is why 1973 is so important to me!

To something strange did happen to me

This morning I awoke feeling tired and somewhat confused until I realise what day it was. My good lady was already up and I had been allowed to lay in. I reached out with my mind and realised my good lady was below within the kitchen.

I rose and dressed opening the door to my bedroom I walked into the living area of the Tower and took my place in the great chair that I usually favoured. As I sat there my children gathered around
and gave me there birthday cards, love and well wishes.

Boris leapt up onto my lap and giggling wished me a happy birthday. Kez-Ree my good lady and Gortex my dwarves man servant  brought in my food. A birthday breakfast had been prepared. I ate my feel and spent some time in the company of family. All people I loved a great deal. My ladies card even brought a tear of joy to my eye.

Before long Antony the bloody had arrived and left with my dear wife and daughter. One was on a mission to get supplies for the Wizards ball & moot which was been held on the account of my birthday and becoming an Elder.


Soon even Joshfree my son had to go, he would be working with Minch and Umbi this morning, before heading of with Antony to pick up his own good lady.

Well that was when I noticed back in the realm of reality the post man was about to arrive. in his hands a bundle of cards and scroll tubes. I crossed over the boundary between realities and waited for him. As he approached he began to slow down the sun slightly dimmed and everything dulled.

Someone had cast a time stop and shifted the local area outside of time and space. I summoned a force field and called my Iwisa come Shillelaghs to my hand reassured by the power it contained. Then two ghouls leapt from the bushes beside my drive. Armed with curved blades, tooth and claws they approached me whilst a cloaked figure went towards the postman.

"Calling upon the power of the element of air and the sphere of thought and by the power within me I summon, open and fix a door way from here to their: Dimension Door."

With that a portal between this world and one next to it opened I stepped through largely ignoring the alien land scape and stepped through a second door much like the first back into my own reality. The
ghouls both attacked empty air unsure what had happened to me.

The  robed man leapt back in shock and surprise, for I had appeared between him and the postman. He started to spell cast his gestures smooth and flowing in a serpentine manor. I had to be quick and
so unleashed a bolt of energy from my stick.

The force bottle hit the robed figure ripping his robes and revealing a serpentine body below. It hissed in pain and lost its spell. I was quicker and due to my force field barely l felt the scimitars of the two ghouls hit my force field.

"By the power of fire and the sphere of energy I conjure up and call fourth a lance of flame: Fire lance!"

With palms together a fiery lance of heat and fire erupted from my hands and caused the servant man great pain and boiling wounds. His own contingencies killed in and by the power of Yith or Set he was whisked away. The two ghouls seeing their master flee did likewise.

Suddenly time rushed back in, the sun brightened and the postman passed me his load wishing me a happy birthday.

You and me, me and you.

In the beginning....  

         

           A few years ago and on a Seaxe and Sorcery board far, far away I made a post and that post caused others to post and before we knew it people where opening up and sharing like they had never done before. I wanted to use that post to launch my Tower at the Edge of Reality blog.

            I have re-read over it a couple of times and thought long and hard about should I update it or edit it. The answer I came to was NO. The post deserves to stay intact as a memorial to who I am and how I felt at the time. Oddly I have changed little since I wrote this document, I am I hope a little smarter and a little wiser but I think this document more so than any other I have ever written gives people a true insight into who I am and what I am about.

            Please have a read and know this as I turn 40 I have very few regrets and those I do I understand I cannot go back and change. I have tried to make up for them and ensure that similar situations do not occur and if I dwell on those events I even begin to feel my inner demons of doubt and regret begin to surface. However we all need to live with our pasts and try as best as we can to forge a future we can at least live with if not be happy with.

            My son and daughter are becoming skilled story tellers in their own rights, my daughter even started reading about Pippi Longstockings and ask if I would sit down and watch the movie with her. As you will see from the post I made all those years ago this was quite a big thing for me. I am lucky I live a life on the edge of reality, able to function in both the real world and the land of dreams and imagination.

            I carry my own wonderland around in my head and to be quite honest for the most part I enjoy doing so. So with no further ado please read my post and I hope it will set the scene for the rest of my posts on this blog. A blog which my son is helping me to create as I currently only have the technological skills of a scholar born in the 19^th Century!

Warning this post is quite long but please read, I think you will enjoy it.

Greetings and well met friends and strangers alike,

Yesterday in a very quiet moment and for those of you who do not know me my life has very few quiet moments I watched a film called "Big Fish". When the film ended I sat their in my chair and I must confess began to cry. The film and in particular the content matter had hit a nerve. Over the years I have rarely cried at a movie or TV program but this one like the Saturday club and Catholic boys moved me. In fact I can be more specific than that the main character moved me, not the younger of the two the son was in fact a drip until the very end when he finally got the point, I refer to the character named Ed bloom a big fish in a small pond. The man was a story teller and he wove into his amazing life even more amazing facts and fictions and the two blended and created a reality all of their own.

When the film finished I went to my desk and took out a list, the list is in a Black n Red Index book i have carried with me since I was 10. In it I keep things I consider of value for example the Hierarchy of Devils, Pig Pen Code and the Odd fact or fiction from places I have been to or would like to go to e.g. Atlantis. My list is quite long but the top five run like this My Grandfather, Merlin, Doctor Lou, Pippi Longstockings and now Ed Bloom, who has gone in between Pippi and Dr Snuggles.

All of these great people, yes I know some of you think that they are not real and some people like Wayne my brother who refuses to admit that Spiderman/Peter parker and Optimus Prime are real or people like Joshua my son who do not believe I went to school with Marvin the Robot and Yoda would agree with you. However seen as I know for a fact they are real I shall continue to write  with that assumption.

I put my Grandfather first because he was truly a man of mystery and a Wizard in the true sense of the word. His magic was a perfect blend of Brown, Green, Grey and Blue all understated and just there around him all the time as if they where normal. He was a story teller of the highest caliber and he was a man of unlimited imagination. It was my grandfather who first introduced me to fairies, gnomes, pixies and goblins. He had them living in his garden and through a whole in the back fence their was a corridor that led directly to the fey realms and Tir Nan Org. I still see some of those fey to this day not a day older although I have aged quite a bit. It was my grandfather who introduced me to Dragons and Pterodactyls, he had two of each who guarded his house against intrusion. In fact the only time he ever got broken into was when he had lent them to me to help stave of nightmares. He had encounters ghosts and specters and he had battle with the boogie man and won. My grandfather had known Merlin and Captain Nemo and he was a great man. one day with a little luck and some magic of my own I will be as great.

Merlin and his friend Doctor Lou come next both of these men have inspired me for years and both are great meddlers and do good not in an extraverted way they do not force their will upon others they direct, advice and guide and allow others to make their own choices. Both are great workers of Magic one from the West the other from the East and I am proud to be one who seeks to be as skilled as they. These two great men are the Kinds of Wizards a King or an Emperor would give a realm to have at their sides and both men are wise and compassionate beyond measure.

Like so much in my life I first met Pippi Longstockings I was 10 years of age. She had odd stockings on was stronger than the hulk and had a sense of wonder, imagination and adventure that most of us only dream off. Her smile was infectious and along with her father and friends she had many adventures. I have often wished I was as brave as her. Ceit is now joining me at the computer at this point and has informed me that she two likes Pippi. I think if I had not met Keri I might well have one day sought out Pippi and asked her to marry me! I must admit in some ways Keri reminds me of her although a far more serious grown up version. Like the others she can tell a good story and so Pippi can weave her magic as well as any sorcerer or mage.

Now to Ed Bloom the man who made me cry, Ed was a special man with a special life who used stories to lighten the lives of those around him. His son thought they where all lies and so ignored his father for three years then his father starts to die, Cancer. He decides to find out the truth about his father and slowly discovers that truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. At his fathers funeral all the people his father had told stories about turned up and retold their stories of Ed. it is a shame that sometimes great people have to die before those closest to them realise they are great.

Well what was the point of this post, simply put it was to share a part of myself with you my friends, many of you allowed me to read your tarot and some have allowed me to read the cards and cast the stones to get an even greater insight into you. I think that this is a way of me returning some of the confidence you guys have shown in me. I enjoy Seaxe not only because it is a place where reality and dreams blend but because it has become a place of hope, optimism and fun. It gives us all a chance to escape the real world and as the stick in the mud’s have vanished and the lolly gaggers have faded from sight we have been left with a truly caring group of individuals. Some of us still make the mistake of thinking the rules are more important than the fun and some still conflict with others over silly or daft things. however it is my belief that we are building a group which promotes Honour, Loyalty, Integrity, Honesty, Respect, Fairness, Gratitude, Hospitality, Generosity, Reverence (for each other), Reciprocity, Responsibility, Resourcefulness and Interdependence. We all show these qualities to one degree or another and each of the people on my list not only promote these qualities but they also exude these qualities.

Well thank you for listening and I hope you will all add to this post, it would be so cool if every single member of the group added something of their own to this. So please all merry meet and merry part, take care and blessed be.

Gary, 

Often known as Goraxe, 

Sometimes known as Garwulf