Carpadiem Dark
by
Book Cover & Preview Text
Magik conjures the spell of “Carpadiem Dark” and was allowed surviving description by mirroring the mirror image at the edge of a Universe,……for a while.
He weaves into and out of Dark and Light with imagination, clarity and insight, folding and creating the obtuse equation of esoteric form, still without co-ordinates in a primary triad of belief notation and from absurd topography within micro-nuclear collision and enormous singularities plowing into others,……is the subtle directive of linking elementals.
Magik speaks the Divine Word “YAHWEH” as voice-handler and introduces “to be.” Through wisdom the House is built and in understanding it is established. ( Kaballah )
He knows the scent of Divine scat and recognizes the aromatic mist of a feminine organic cauldron. A dye is cast across the incorporeal, not exactly blending each with the other but being as effective as a pragmatic stain can be. Only Magik can cut the dye from mist yet that is the trick, it is not sliced but pierced.
There is persuasion from prism gate energy refraction and star dust,…with “intent.”
Formats
Book Details
About the Book
The three titles, “Carpadia,” “Toward Carpatian Divinity,” and “Carpadiem Dark,” are drawn from a deep sense of quantum, sufi-gnostic unity displaying provenance throughout the “Homeric Path” of those who would contribute.
Michael considers these brief narratives as considerable descriptions of the human condition. His research and soul evaluation, literary investigation, and imaginative allegoric style and again, very important, “passion,” have opened a gate of soul adventure.
“Carpadiem Dark” is a simple situation that suggests the presence of a dark divine influence in the corner of every “moment” experienced by a rational organic. God is not light, which is visible—perhaps the “spark” so often spoken of—but the “reservoir” must be an unknowable dark unity of chaos possibility from which anything and everything may be fashioned.
About the Author
Michael grew up in a blue-collar town where most of the teens talked about making their escape. He made a personal commitment to do just that, first into the world and then into the written word. “Meeshe” became a sax player and joined funk and reggae bands. He flew hang gliders and ultralights and took his scuba skills to Palancar, the Red Sea, and the Great Barrier Reef. He took motorcycle and Jeep trips to Alaska and the Yukon. There were sport sailing regattas in the strong trades of the Dominican Republic and cruising on fifty-footers off the British Virgin Islands. He taught sailing off the coast of Queensland and took out kayak excursions in the caves near Guaymas. He met the wrong people in Cartagena, drank beer with friendly revolutionaries in Chiapas, and there was pastoral mayhem on a kibbutz in Israel during the Gulf War. His Arab friends took him to the Dome of the Rock; he crawled into the catacombs under the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, and he read of the “Qaballah” at the citadel of ancient Caesaria Maratima. The journey into the written word then forcefully beckoned, and he settled in White Rock, British Columbia. Here, over the period of a decade, he penned a trilogy that took him into the spiritual passion of heart’s desire. “Meeshe” unveiled the first three stories from actual experience and imagination blended with the teaching of significant sages, scripture, and ancient knowledge.