INVOCATION

  Come dawn, come shadow,
  Come heat, come snow,
  Come mother's milk,
  Come crimson flow.

  Come every creature,
  Come hoof, come wing,
  Come sea-born whale,
  Come creeping thing.

  Come song, come silence,
  Come oath, come vow,
  The time is here!
  The place is now!



Welcome.  I knew you would come!  I am Emerald, and this is the domain of my imagination, where I will create the possibility of my own existence.  So lofty a purpose will first require some sort of structure; thus I have imagined this home on the web.  I must apologize for the unpacking that is still going on; however, the guest quarters are nearly ready, and rooms will be opened one by one as they are furnished.  For the present, please enjoy those rooms which are open, knowing that you abide in the presence of diverse spirits summoned as you were by my invocation.  Be content in their company, for here none will harm you.

While I continue my unpacking, you may wish to amuse yourself by looking through a few of my



...or step (quietly) over to meditate at my
Altar


...or leave word of your visit.

Sign View


Soon the kitchen will be made ready to prepare the welcome feast, the garden and grounds will be planted with more and more emeralds, and the guest rooms will all be furnished.  When all else is complete, I will of necessity be forced to begin unpacking in the Dark Tower.  This is always an unpleasant task, and I will put it off until the very last.  My Dark Tower is the one place guests are probably better off NOT dropping in to visit, as the way up and the way down are never the same, and one desiring to make a quick exit may become hopelessly lost wandering through dim hallways, with the eerie sound of footsteps echoing hollowly behind.  But why bother ourselves about that today?  I've been unpacking in the pantry, in case you're getting hungry for a seedcake or a drop of golden mead; and there is a small links page for those who wish journey on from here.



COMING SOON