Ceallaigh's Blog

DATE: GCT 20:982:6:45:1:7:1

Speakin' of dyin' quick, I ain't got that luxury. The VCN dragged my arthritic bones out of retirement and stuffed this little baggie full of pills in my hand to keep me alive until all the cameras go dark for good. Said I was 'necessary personnel'. Label says not to take 'em with booze, but my gut ain't got to last me too much much longer, so I been chasin' 'em down with the good stuff. That ain't got to last me too much longer, either.

We, VCN I mean, already know there probably ain't no hope. The president told the press corps to prepare for the worst about three months ago when she sent them couriers out. The public ain't been clued in about that yet, but they will be soon, I imagine.

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Wanted to take the camera outside and shoot some footage of what's goin' on. I don't know if anybody'll ever see this, but it's in my nature to show and not tell, so here you go. There ain't no ash in the sky anymore; hell, it's practically blue, and people are startin' to starve to death.

Let me bend down here.

See this little patch of green? That's grass. Nanomachines are coverin' the whole world in it. I seen a lot of things in my time, but this scares me more'n every single one of 'em combined. Heh. Never thought the end of days could look so pretty.

Anyway, if anybody gives a damn, my name was Lew Fermet. I never did right by any of the women I married, but I loved my mother and dad, and I'm probably the best news cameraman the VCN ever had. That ain't braggin'; that's just the truth. And if there is a holy mother up in heaven like my dad always said there was, I hope she shows you a hell of a lot more mercy than you showed us.

This is just a quick, interstitial post about a thing I found online today. The attached meme tells us that the word 'tenalach' is Irish and 'describes a relationship one has with the land, air and water, a deep connection that allows one to literally hear the Earth sing'.

According to my Irish dictionary and the researches of several Irish-speaking commenters on the original post, this word does not exist in the language. In fact, it violates a basic principle of Irish spelling.

I'm working on a number of short projects right now; the next story in the alphabet series of anthologies, an ebook and audio release of "Grandmother Mælkevejen's Belly", a second edition of The Ruin of Beltany Ring and a possible science fiction and fantasy collection in the spring. I'm still a small player in the writing community, but it occurs to me that some of these short projects and the bigger projects that follow might find themselves on free download sites in the months to come.

That's okay.

Last month, I wrote about the psychological dynamics behind the sacred spaces we create together and the ways we might utilize the power of sacred space to create a better world. This month, I'll be writing about what happens when the people to whom we have given power abuse it, and in doing so weaken both the internal and external cultures of the imagination we've worked so hard to build. Specifically, I'll be writing about the work of Marion Zimmer Bradley (MZB), its influence upon a generation of Pagan women and the destructive effects of the recent pedophilia allegations against her.