The Infinite Starr

spiritual transformation

  • No Forwarding Address

    The mail kept coming. Suddenly, you stop calling them by the name you had for them, and you start calling them by their government name. Then you drop the first name. Eventually, the only thing that remains is the last name you see in the mailbox. It happens without ceremony. The envelopes arrive between electric…

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  • Consequences of Division

    The demons had been unusually restless since the veil began to thin. They had always lived among us, although in earlier centuries they possessed the dignity to remain mostly invisible. They preferred cathedrals after midnight, the bedsides of dying kings, the corners of rooms where grief had been left unattended for too many years. They…

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  • When the Soul Became Two Flames

    The first thing she noticed was that animals stopped being afraid of her. It happened gradually. A blackbird remained on the cemetery wall when she passed beneath it. A fox stood at the edge of the woods one morning and watched her without running. Even the old neighborhood cat, a scarred thing that trusted nobody…

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  • The Lovers Beneath the Veil

    You have dreamed of him before. You never remember his face. Only the sensation of being followed through places you have never visited while awake. Sometimes there is snow beneath your bare feet. Sometimes black water. Once, an orchard appeared beneath a violet moon, every tree heavy with fruit you somehow knew you were forbidden…

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  • The Cosmic Audit

    There are moments when the universe does not knock politely. It arrives with a clipboard. No lightning. No trumpet. No dramatic warning written across the clouds. Just the unmistakable feeling that something old has begun moving again. It happened exactly the way it was supposed to. Saturn showed up, simply in reverse. No panic. No…

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  • The Sweetness of the Dark

    Are the sleepwalkers afraid to go into the darkness? I think they are. Not because the darkness is dangerous. Not because something is waiting for them there. Because the darkness asks questions the daylight lets them avoid. The darkness is different when you’re strange. When you’re weird. When you’ve spent your entire life being told…

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