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The beginning of The Medallion of Gaia
I thought that I'd start my first blog post by showing you the beginning of 'Phoebe (The Delphic Oracle) and the Medallion of Gaia'. The book is a tongue-in-cheek noir fantasy, as well as a metaphysical adventure. Phoebe,in her incarnation as the Oracle of Caral, Peru in 2600 BC, has traveled to San Francisco in 1951, in search of the Medallion of Gaia...
Phoebe blinked her eyes a few times to get used to
the brightness of the sun. She walked briskly down
the city street, noticing that some of the facades of the
buildings had ornate ironwork, something that she
hadn't seen since her time in London and New York
watching Tesla. She paused to look at a car- it was a 1949
Buick Roadmaster. She knew that because there were
four ventiports on the side panel below the hood, and
about a foot below them was the name ‘Roadmaster’.
There were whitewall tires, and the tire hubcaps said
Buick. She walked around to the front of the car. It had
something called a ‘twenty-five tooth Dollar Grin Grille,
sometimes called a ‘bucktooth grille’, and the top of the
grille said Buick Eight in bold black letters.
(*** Phoebe takes out a silver cigarette case...and lights a cigarette...***)
She inhaled the smoke, coughing a few times. Phoebe hadn't tried a cigarette since the night that she and Tesla
had dined at Delmonico’s. She tossed the cigarette
down and ground it out with her shoe.
‘Well, that’s what people in his city, at this time do to
enjoy themselves’, she thought, although she didn’t get
it. It was nothing like the Sacred Dust, the white powder
that she had in another pocket, along with a bone
inhaler, from her city- Caral, Peru. One could use them
to go into trance, to meditate- to create magic. She was
Phoebe, the Oracle of Caral, Peru, and had traveled
over four thousand miles north, and five thousand years
in the future to start this intervention.
Phoebe blinked her eyes a few times to get used to
the brightness of the sun. She walked briskly down
the city street, noticing that some of the facades of the
buildings had ornate ironwork, something that she
hadn't seen since her time in London and New York
watching Tesla. She paused to look at a car- it was a 1949
Buick Roadmaster. She knew that because there were
four ventiports on the side panel below the hood, and
about a foot below them was the name ‘Roadmaster’.
There were whitewall tires, and the tire hubcaps said
Buick. She walked around to the front of the car. It had
something called a ‘twenty-five tooth Dollar Grin Grille,
sometimes called a ‘bucktooth grille’, and the top of the
grille said Buick Eight in bold black letters.
(*** Phoebe takes out a silver cigarette case...and lights a cigarette...***)
She inhaled the smoke, coughing a few times. Phoebe hadn't tried a cigarette since the night that she and Tesla
had dined at Delmonico’s. She tossed the cigarette
down and ground it out with her shoe.
‘Well, that’s what people in his city, at this time do to
enjoy themselves’, she thought, although she didn’t get
it. It was nothing like the Sacred Dust, the white powder
that she had in another pocket, along with a bone
inhaler, from her city- Caral, Peru. One could use them
to go into trance, to meditate- to create magic. She was
Phoebe, the Oracle of Caral, Peru, and had traveled
over four thousand miles north, and five thousand years
in the future to start this intervention.
