Amazonite rain

It was awe-inspiring…

This dream rain quickly took possession of his harsh world. Steaming pendules of green amazonite and weighty beads of silver and turquoise: It was an equatorial deluge that housed the mechanics for unstoppable growth. Its brazen freshness tickled his cracked senses.It was as if a universal truth that had lain limp within him for so long, was now uncurling its leaves. A turgidity of spirit urged him to express himself in harmony with nature’s exuberance.                                                                                                                                                


                                     Amazonite on Albite, Colorado      

Inner magic on a material plane

Decision making is no easy task. As a geomancer at heart, Ah Hum naturally turned to his allies:

Amazonite and fennel seed oil: to release mental blockages in the expression of his deepest inner truths and needs.

Sugilite and peppermint oil: to enhance intuition and lucid dreaming.

Labradorite and myrrh: symbols of the unavoidable synchrodestiny in his life.

Allan Taylor. author, Luanshya musings

The African night

Turkana African Soul

                        Turkana African Soul.

Black was the feminine darkness that caressed me every night. She could be voluptuous, velvet, and soft; that’s when I could smell her jasmine pepper-sweet body. But she could also be black ice, cold and sharp and unsympathetic to my whimpers and muffled groans on those close nights that choked me. She carried this distrustful sting of ambivalence even when she was running her long fingers of sweat through my tangled hair. I could have feared and hated her – but I didn’t: I loved her, and always would. She was my black spirit of sensual addiction. Her nightcaps were of sequins embroidered on rich velvets of dark plum, burnt caramel, and indigo. Colours dependent on the time of night, dust in the air, fires on the horizon, phases of the moon, lurking storm clouds – or simply the midnight closeness.

She was a Mephistopheles who kept strange company: arguing parents, barking dogs, the ghosts of distant hyenas, unknown owl calls, or the unsettling shriek of a bush baby in distress. Her smell then, was a fetid waft from a swamp – or was it that our septic tank was blocked? I used to ponder as to why our septic tank always belched at night, and never during the day.

Allan Taylor, author Luanshya musings

Tourmaline crystal rain

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So Hum left the thick branches for the delicate higher ones, and that was when the tourmaline dream rains fell. It was a good move – So Hum felt love. His dream rain was a dream come true. He was in love with life. He had scraped together his entire being and with a quiver of excitement, was attempting to offer it to someone at the top of his rain tree.

He saw love as a gift bestowed upon him from high. It was a token of his bliss and he offered a gratitude for his existence.

In his simple dreams, his good intentions seemed to unfold effortlessly. It seemed that everything was in collusion and everything was going his way. He no longer felt the earlier needs to shy away from the dark or to look for others. All was one and one was all, and that’s all there was. His love of everything was proof of this cohesive state of being.

His gratitude poured out of him, then oozed out and then became a trickle before it dried up. This was because he started to take love for granted and love’s aethereal spirit departed to an imaginary distant shore. Was he ever a part of the eternal loving oneness that those pink and green rains had once promised him?

Allan Taylor, author. Luanshya musings

The Kasankas


The same old water diviner told me about a swampy area ‘not a 100 miles from here as the crow flies’. It was called the Kasankas. Every year thousands of fruit bats arrived from as far away as Central Congo and Tanganyika to feed off wild fruits that grew there. Large crocodiles lay under wild fruit trees fertilised for centuries by drips of stinking bat guano. Spattered with dung, they took advantage of causalities, as the young, old, injured, dead and bickering fell out of the trees. A soft nerve impulse in a membranous wing in another land had caused these debauched reptilian monsters to haul themselves from their riverine habitats to become forest creatures during bat feeding frenzies. The bats came for the fruit, and the crocs came for the bats. Life and death were welcomed to the same dinner table: both invited by Lady Consequence, their gracious host.

Allan Taylor, author, Luanshya musings

Inner space

Jacon Oster Mursi girl Ethiopia

                      Jacob Oster Mursi girl Ethiopia

Just as I can describe the relativity of my time as a hollow rubber ball, so can I describe my Soul as being the sole owner of my gawky mind and body.

Inside my time ball there is an apparent nothingness which defines the outside circumference of my outer oneness. My life, like a rubbery skin, passionately wraps itself around this mysterious rounding force of nothingness; which in turn defines my physical wholeness, my rounded permanence, which in turn is my creative potential for being. I call this inner space of ‘nothingness’ my Soul.

Allan Taylor, author, Luanshya musings


The young man brought out a finely carved wooden kist and placed it in front of the old man, who was now kneeling in front of us. With another silent flick of his head he instructed the boy to close the heavy door to his shop. A perfume escaped from the kist and cut into the muggy air that weighed upon us.

Allan Taylor, author Luanshya musings

Historic door in Stone Town

                                                    Stone town Zanzibar


Inner magic on a material plane

Moonstone 2

How could So Hum deal with such powerful swells in his body? He turned to the materials of his soothsaying trade for help:

Citrine and lemon grass: to further self-control through the Soul and not the ego.

Golden topaz and rosemary: to solidify good intentions and accomplish resolute action.

Chrysoberyl and lemon oil: to sharpen his focus and rid him of small-mindedness and confusion.

Moonstone and jasmine: to help him understand the natural cycles of change, of hot and cold, good and bad, joy and fear, male and female.

Allan Taylor, author Luanshya musings

Citrine rain

Auroa Mine San Luis Potosi Mexico      Auroa Mine San Luis Potosi Mexico.

So Hum – wanting rain

So Ham took time to move among the broad branches of his imaginary rain tree. In time his gait changed. It was still a hesitant rock – back and forth, a slow rhumba; but when his front foot lifted, and the back foot landed, they did so with an added permanence of ‘I want’, which was followed by, ‘I want more’.

So Hum partook in pleasurable things for a good while; in fact, beyond the boundaries of time, but then a citrine bejewelled rain was carried in. It was one of those timeless soft rains that carried a promise of consolidated growth, and yet So Hum could swear that this time it was edged with foreboding.

His wobbly bobbly eyes had lost most of their malignant fear during the good times, but now they were cataracting over with avarice and a mistrust of perhaps not getting enough of everything that he really wanted.

He foolishly interpreted its offer of quiet restraint and fortitude as a spartan choice, and rejected it because he saw it as a punishing onslaught against his greedy senses. This vagary would cost him much emotional pain.

In So Hum’s small delusional mind, if you could call it a mind, the citrine rain came in a cutting slant of slivers of bright yellow crystals that stung his defenceless protruding eyes, whipped his hunched back, and brought him to his first tears of confused disappointment.

Allan Taylor. author, Luanshya musings