Historical setting: 563 C.E., remembering a villa in 462 Remembering 462 C.E., A very earthly enemy invasion was coming down on us from the eastern coast of Hispania. The first arrow arced through the vines of portico into the midst of our meeting. The next seemed to take an eternity to arrive, though it wasContinue reading “Post #12.10, Tuesday, September 22, 2020”
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Post #12.9, Thursday, September 17, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., remembering villa near Zaragosa in 462 Here is a quiet place to collect my thoughts as I now have the one thing I was seeking – my clarity of mind. The bishop laid out details of a time in the missing century. And now my own remembrances have become horrifically clear.Continue reading “Post #12.9, Thursday, September 17, 2020”
Post #12.8, Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda I meet with the bishop alone, because Nic doesn’t want to hear about my unusual circumstance of having lived in other times. And now he has seen my transcription of The Gospel of John and now he knows it’s true. Nic can’t dismiss my personal weirdness with the possibilityContinue reading “Post #12.8, Wednesday, September 16, 2020”
Post #12.7, Tuesday, September 15, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda There is a sense of apprehension in Nic as I have asked the Bragda librarian to turn to a particular passage in this one hundred year old copy of the Gospel of John. My own sense of its source was confirmed when I first saw it, but Nic isContinue reading “Post #12.7, Tuesday, September 15, 2020”
Post #12.6, Thursday, September 10, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. Bragda Nic sees no need to question my remembrances any further. He is sure I am recalling the Council of Bragda in 561. But I fear my glimpses of remembering may be reaching back one hundred years. I will know if there is any truth to this concern when I seeContinue reading “Post #12.6, Thursday, September 10, 2020”
Post #12.5, Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Historical setting: 563 CE, Bragda While we await the keeper of the books to make our appointment with the gospel, Nic is questioning the doorkeeper about every detail of the recent Council of Bragda in 561. He seems so delighted in the assurance that my lost memory might have lapsed only one year and aContinue reading “Post #12.5, Wednesday, September 9, 2020”
Post #12.4, Tuesday, September 8, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E. remembering a different time I know I wasn’t part of a procession of bishops. We are at the visitor’s desk at the basilica of Bracara, called Bragda now. Nic is urging that we study the visitor’s list from a Council held here only twenty months ago in 561. I knowContinue reading “Post #12.4, Tuesday, September 8, 2020”
Post #12.3, Thursday, September 3, 2020
Historical setting: Bragda, Galleacia, 563 C.E. Mountains and valleys make long rides of short views. The huge central edifice for Christian worship and bishop business is the largest building in the city spread in this valley, but it is nearly an hour’s ride zig-zagging down the hill from the inn onto these old city’sContinue reading “Post #12.3, Thursday, September 3, 2020”
Post #12.2, Wednesday, September 2, 2020
Historical setting: Bragda, Galleacia, 563 C.E. While Nic and the other boarders in this loft seem a chorus of bullfrogs in peaceful snores, I spend this darkness sorting thoughts and what-if’s; memories in glimpses; time in centuries not months, and I try to retrieve any lingering thoughts I have of a wife with aContinue reading “Post #12.2, Wednesday, September 2, 2020”
Post #12.1, Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Historical setting: 563 C.E., Galleacia At this waking our minds, our hopes, our plans for a new day are fully in-tact; but every bone and joint has only one position without hurt and that is the one position remembered from the long trots and strides of yesterday’s many hours of riding. I hear Nic’sContinue reading “Post #12.1, Tuesday, September 1, 2020”
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