Excerpts
Pillars of the Moon
Chapter One
The Newstadt Exhibit at the Museum of Anthropology, on the University Campus, was offering an interesting evening. I had been waiting for months for its arrival since the announcement first hit the Alumni mailing list. The jade bowl artifact, strangely named, ‘The Pillars of the Moon”, was one of those obscure pieces of physical history that seemed to miss the notoriety of the more gregarious Haida Totems of the area, and yet held an irrepressible obsession for collectors in acquiring its possession, the few who knew of it. Intrigue, mystery and even death surrounded this little jade object, almost too small and innocuous for its reputation.
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Chapter Six
“Shit! I have to turn the lights on.”
On came the lights and in a flash the sedan was in pursuit once again. But now the roads were not only wet but also narrow and hilly; I had a sports car and a general idea as to where I was going.
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Chapter Ten
From the rock formations and the outcropping of shoved up and tumble down sedimentary layers, it was becoming obvious I was in the Badlands of the mid west. Without knowing for certain, the Colorado River, or one of its many tributaries, was the most likely course to follow. There was no way of knowing for sure, but since I was heading east, with a large mountain range behind me in the distance, the foot hills, and two peaks south to my right, I seemed to be heading in the right direction; the Grand Canyon was likely, but had no idea which side I could possibly be on.
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Belmopan
Chapter One
Dia uno (day one)
The small, clay figurine that emerged from the earth was a prize. Its small extended belly and protruding breasts denoted a female ready to give birth. Approximately three inches in height, she was stylized with a pointed head and enlarged hands that clasped her belly; her feet were tucked beneath her thighs and were slightly spread to expose enlarged genitalia. This was the first time in twelve hundred plus years that this little lady had looked to the sun, and what a glorious sun it was. Buried beneath, where she had slept, were a little clay dish and a bag filled with cutting utensils, flattened to look more like the rotting mulch that surrounded it than its original leather.
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Treatise
Introduction
The last months since Shawna and Brian’s returned to the Vancouver / Seattle area, had been uneventful. There had always been a sense of foreboding though, that clung to them like the dampness that seeped through their clothes as they worked the tidal zones of Puget Sound.
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An Idiot’s Guide
Introduction
A very wonderful thing happened two-thousand years ago, a special man was born onto the earth. He was the most gifted and intelligent individual the world would ever know. But before we can discus Him, we need to look at the not-so bright-side of life.
Heresy, or Homily?
The title for this treatise should perhaps read, ‘Heresy or Homely’. This forward has been written and rewritten a half dozen times, and I am still no closer to expressing ‘properly’ its true intent, although, getting closer. For to speak the true history of the church and the power struggles therein, would seem to be heresy – to speak of the Christ, and His intent on earth, would be a Homely.
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