The Architect’s Awakening
Metatron sat at the center of a vast and endless grid. It stretched in every direction, lines of light intersecting at precise angles, forming a pattern so intricate that even he, the keeper of divine order, could not…
Metatron sat at the center of a vast and endless grid. It stretched in every direction, lines of light intersecting at precise angles, forming a pattern so intricate that even he, the keeper of divine order, could not…
Some books entertain, some inform, and a rare few transform how we see the world. Richard Bach’s Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah (1977) did just that for me. My mum had an old copy that I read as…
You step into a forest of shimmering trees. Their leaves pulse like tiny heartbeats. In the middle of it, a gateway. You walk towards it, and a figure appears. This being is tall and radiant, and watches you…