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Dissident   4 comments

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A post in 6 sentences Tom said….didn’t say how long the sentences could be though!

Hotly pursued by Interplanetary Law Enforcement, a well-muscled dissident male and his rogue confederation wolfdog bolting through the ever-darkening shadows of the bustling interstate, dodging deftly through an indifferent crowd, the hunters, and the hunted.

From the heady heights of the interstellar overhang the view was spectacular. Astonishing and implausible – futuristic architecture soaring loftily in high-tech sentinels. Set against the icy night backdrop of a star-black sky, heralding the space age skyscrapers they provided a startling contrast to far below on ground level, where the interstate pulsed with vibrant energy.

Alien, insurgent wolfdog and humanoid dissenter pounded with dark determination, thundering hearts, and rushing blood, through the dynamic buzz of the lunar-lit astral city; towering sky walks and ultra-modern architecture dwarfing them far below. Firearms flared on their heels piercing the indigo-blue skyline in futuristic fantasies; until without warning – surging force-wall looming up ahead…. trapped –

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Posted June 28, 2022 by europasicewolf in Uncategorized

The Legends of Europa: the Firewolves   9 comments

Yes, the universe is teeming with a vast array of star wolves! They can be found in a mesmerising variety of forms which are beautifully illustrated in a cosmic series of richly imaginative posts by Tom (The Mansionic Perspective) – THE LEGENDS OF EUROPA: the Firewolves is the second in an amazing developing series of posts, which further enhanced by Tom’s impressive 3-D imagery, shares the legends of the Firewolves. Read and enjoy!!
(Click link for the first in the series – THE LEGENDS OF EUROPA: the Icewolves)

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2. The Fire-wolves

Io, the Sisters’ Domain, is an ever-changing world due to the sub-surface lava flows, caused by many underground volcanic eruptions. The lava and crust of the moon keep any toxic gases encased inside the globe, which in turn get recycled back into the flowing mass, churning it around for further eruptions.

The Sisters are the Firewolves. The reddish-furred wolves that ride the largest landmass as it moves its way around the moon, appearing to almost surf the waves of lava.

Due to the atmospheric pressures, lightning strikes upon the land are frequent, and these are one amongst many perils that the Firewolves need to be wary of.

When storms break, they take shelter within the lava caves; some naturally formed, others clawed out by the wolves themselves in times of desperation.

These Firewolves are reclusive. They still run around in packs, as do most other wolves, but…

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Posted June 6, 2022 by europasicewolf in Uncategorized

The Legends of Europa: the Icewolves   2 comments

Having recently explored Canis Major – the Great Dog, it’s galaxy and it’s brightest star, Sirius the Dog Star it is clear the heavens are a great hunting ground for canines….but they are also a great place for star wolves too! Constellation “Lupus” – The Wolf…and much more importantly, the Icewolves of Europa!! This intriguing post by Tom (The Mansionic Perspective) – THE LEGENDS OF EUROPA: the Icewolves, is the first in a developing series of posts which along with beautiful 3-D imagery, entrancingly tells of the legends of the Icewolves. A must-read post!

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1. The Ice-wolves

Jupiter’s moon, Europa, whispers secrets on the winds that swirl around and freeze solid the snow-covered ground. Secrets about Albo and his mate Salsa: secrets that are carried far and wide across this icy world, to packs from the far north to the remote south.

Other places would call such secrets legends, but those who know the prime pack leader know that these are not legends at all, but the truth.

Albo is an eight-year-old Icewolf who was born to be pack leader. His eyes, piercing blue from birth, have remained that way throughout his life, and in Icewolf society the blue-eyed boys become kings.

His mate of five years now, Salsa, has been his queen throughout the time of their togetherness, and mother to fifteen cubs, who have all left their frozen palace to make dens for themselves around Europa; each becoming prince or princess noble…

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Posted May 25, 2022 by europasicewolf in Uncategorized

The Inners in Outer Space!   Leave a comment

Fantastic post, “The Inners in Outer Space” (A Tomansion Dimensions Sidestep) by Tom, a great adventure with his Inner Beings!

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This is a continuation (or rather a walk alongside) to Icewolf’s Tomansion Dimensions (PART ONEPART TWO)

TomAstreaus, ThomasinAsteria, Tombie and The Inner Werewolf (now going by the name Tommy) hung on for dear life in the Chariot of Fire, haphazardly driven by Fingers, the Inner Typist. They’d managed to fend off a barrage of glowing volcanic pyramid rocks, but all of the items they’d picked up from the fabulous Egyptian Market had been flung out of the chariot, together with Lady TometteNut, the Inner Leader of the Opposition, the Inner Artist, the Inner Child and the Inner Ghost. Secretly, the four remaining whole-bodied Inners and Fingers’ two hands were quite pleased as they had room to move, the chariot being so overcrowded a second or two before.

The Steeds pulling the chariot seemed to have a mind of their own, as they sharply veered off to…

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Posted May 25, 2022 by europasicewolf in Uncategorized

Shifty Mansionic Dimensions   23 comments

This post is inspired by and dedicated to my wonderfully imaginative friend, Tom. You can visit Tom’s blog at The Mansionic Perspective and share in the wonders of his blog world. You can learn all about gargoyles in his post The Winged Lion and the Gargoyle, and enjoy a further fantastic post about Winged Wolves (not the gargoyle wolves featuring in my own post) so do check this one out as well – it’s awesome! The Wild Winged Wolves of the Wilderness

PSX_20220226_200644Spinning haphazardly through a cosmic dimension shift Tom found himself spat out of the mouth of the dimension shift to a crescendo of wild howls and screaming tornadoes, at the front entrance of his Mansion. He was a little disconcerted to note that his Mansion had taken on a dark turreted gothic look in his absence, and he couldn’t say he was overly impressed with its leaning towards the dark and evil side either. Tom was pretty sure that he hadn’t ordered the evil wolf gargoyle door knocker now gracing the front door of the mansion and the fact that one was now there wasn’t a particularly promising sign. He channelled his inner werewolf – affectionately known as Tommy, but Tommy merely raised a hairy eyebrow at him and winked conspiratorially before yawning boredly and showing off a gleaming set of fangs.

The evil wolf gargoyle door knocker was not the friendly variety. At the sight of Tom’s hand reaching out to knock it the door knocker wasted no time in snapping and biting at the offending hand with ferocious devil-spawned wrath and a malevolent snarl for added effect. It smirked an evil smirk as Tom’s hand was hastily withdrawn.

The door swung open on its own, to a gaping dark void in the hallway that melted away to display a scene from Ancient Greece. Greece…in the Mansion’s Hall? Tom eyed the Mansion suspiciously, not for the first time today. A hearty snoring rumbled from within shaking the Mansion wall, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness swirling in the doorway, Tom spotted a long chain and a heavy door ring attaching a sleeping slave to it. Slave-butlers! – Tom realised in a flash of unexplained knowledge, with the sole the purpose of answering the door. Not too surprisingly this one was exercising the common practice of slave-butlers involving having died of boredom or fallen asleep by the time a visitor materialised. He looked on curiously as a rich Greek visitor approached the door and seized a short iron bar attached to a chain with which he hammered deafeningly on the door. The sleeping slave-butler, rudely awakened, jumped to his feet, muttering a disgraceful string of grumpy Greek obscenities whilst tripping over his own feet scuttling to open the door.

The scene unfolding in the Mansion’s hallway, took on a slightly ugly tone, as the iron bar proved a handy weapon for the rich visitor to use to beat the homeowner to a pulp; in the process, leaving an unsightly mess on the doorstep whilst the grumpy slave snickered maliciously in the background before falling asleep on his feet. Fast forwarding to a future Greece, the scene displayed a world without slave butlers or the potentially lethal iron bars, instead showing a far more civilised heavy-duty plastic ring attached to the door creating a convenient combi door knocker and handle. The history of door knockers was very dark and fraught with dangers Tom noted, before the evil wolf gargoyle swallowed the whole scene with a ghastly groan and eyes that glowed with a hellish fire.

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Taking his chances Tom dived gamely past the gargoyle door knocker and through the front door – The trip down the hall, round to the kitchen and up the newly formed staircase to the study left Tom increasingly sure he hadn’t bought any of the gargoyle wolves he found shrieking furiously at him whenever he should forget and try to approach his doors. He was also left to puzzle over the presence of the glowing volcanic rock artifacts glowing in his sitting room and alongside every evil wolf gargoyle that he encountered along the way. He wondered briefly if it had anything to do with the unexplained knocking on the Mansion windows that seemed to be growing louder as he progressed through the gargoyle adorned Mansion.

A quick detour to the Mansion’s illustrious library of all knowledge saw Tom launch the Tomipedia application, a recent acquisition that the Mansionic App Store had suggested when he had been browsing through his Smart Mansionone”. Tomipedia greeted him with a flash and a bang before exploding into life with a resounding voice-over of the search content it had found somewhere in the depths of itself. Accordingly, the knocking increased in volume and threatening rumblings of discontent.

     


“Tommy knockers,” the Tomipedia grandly informed him, having projected a 3-D version of itself onto the oakwood wall panels of the Library of all Knowledge, mythical, supernatural beings such as ghosts who were generally considered to inhabit a variety of different mines scattered around the globe. For clarity, and having taken note of Tom’s rich imagination, the Tomipedia roundly dispelled his notions that it might have been referring to land mines rather than coal mines and the like. Furthermore, according to the booming Tomipedia, Tommy knockers were little green men sporting white whiskers, and fitted out in old-style miner’s attire. They stood around 2-feet tall, bearing an uncanny resemblance to goblins, gnomes, and leprechauns. In Germany they were known as Berggeister or Bergmännlein, titles which referred to “mountain ghosts” or “little miners.” They had a reputation for impish mischief and were well-known for hiding tools and snuffing out lights, for example. But despite their behaving like naughty little rascals laughing at them or trying to ignore them would be a very foolhardy and unwise move.

Well, that was very strange considering Tom wasn’t aware of having an inner mine and until this point hadn’t really considered the possibility that he might have one. He made a mental note to consult his inner Tommy knocker at some point and find out exactly where it was living and what sort of inner mine he might be harbouring. A gold mine wouldn’t go amiss.

A particularly thunderous tapping and knocking on the both the Mansion windows and the surrounding walls, acted as a sharp reminder to Tom of the Tomipedia’s reference to the term “knockers.” This title, his Tomipedia informed him with a flourish and in Tom’s book, a wholly unnecessary and thoroughly over-dramatic, loud boom, was articulated as “knackers.” A term, it added, with slightly sadistic cheer, that arose from the knocking on the walls of the mine – an occurrence that frequently crops up just before cave-ins.” … Cave ins…that wasn’t a good sign…. The Mansion, now a dark, turreted Gothic Mansion, was about to experience a cave-in?!!

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It was definitely experiencing something from the wrenching and cracking sounds emitting from the masonry. The massive tear in the wall probably shouldn’t have been showing him another galaxy let alone a fearsome manifestation of the evil black wolf gargoyle door knocker leaping at him through the galactic vortex and an interstellar star show but it rapidly became clear that that was the case. It didn’t look much like a door knocker anymore and neither did it strike him as looking particularly black though this was likely the result of the galactic star show, but evil and gargoyle sprang to mind without any help from Tom’s abundant imagination. It still had wings, he noted. But then again wings seemed to be an obligatory gargoyle feature. Not so much perhaps, however, the song of the stars that was echoing theatrically, fromdeep within the heart of the gargoyle wolf’s wild howling, nor the shadows of a thousand alien worlds that it now had dancing unnervingly in coal-mine black eyes. The Gargoyle Wolf wasn’t in a good mood. And had a few choice words for Tom.

“Your sighting of black wolves is frequently understood to be a warning omen of your “shadow self” element. Which means Tom, that your visual perception of a black wolf, could be an indication that it’s time to re-examine that element of yourself – right now!!”

The gargoyle wolf reached out and slapped him around the nonce with a hairy brass paw – or rather with the door knocker it had previously been holding in its jaw, and continued in a screaming cosmic howl –

“This element of you is the dwelling place of undesirable thought configurations and philosophies Tom. Are undesirable thoughts creating incomprehensible challenges for your capacity to grasp and perceive the opportunities in your circumstances? Are you in fact cleaving to incorrect and untruthful conjectures that are causing you to defer action on matters of importance, or to postpone your crucial life decisions? Are you hesitating – shaking in your boots no less – because you are uncertain as to whether something is the right thing to do?” W2 (2)C


At this point Tom couldn’t help feeling that all these things might be a possibility, that back hander with a brass door knocker wasn’t the greatest!


“The dark, shadow wolf may be emboldening you to ponder on your attitude – By relinquishing your hold on your undesirable thought configurations, you may well light upon new routes to realize your aspirations.”

At this point Tom’s main aspiration was to find a paracetamol for the headache and an ice pack for the bump on his head, but he was fairly convinced that this wasn’t quite what the wolf gargoyle had in mind when it intoned such words of wisdom to this mere mortal. Probably best to head for the bathroom! There was a big black hole in the bathroom. The door to an alternative universe. Hopefully one that was more sociable than this one! A quick pit-stop at the Mansion’s kitchen to grab an ice pack from the freezer resulted in Cook chasing him back out, brandishing a ladle and a frying pan, closely followed by one of the glowing volcanic artifacts Tom had noted were dotted around the Mansion alongside the evil Wolf Gargoyles….He tumbled back in the direction of the bathroom, which as it turned out was also harbouring an evil wolf gargoyle and several glowing volcanic rock artifacts – lurking menacingly and so far inexplicably, outside the partially open bathroom door…Well, the Mansion had never made life easy for Tom, he reflected, before making a magnificent gargoyle-defying leap through the bathroom door into the swirling galaxy that had appeared where the shower usually stood…this was going to be a really rough ride he realised as his hair took on a new life all of its own and his disembodied legs waved mockingly at the evil wolf gargoyle before vanishing through the galactic vortex to join the rest of his body in a Mansionic Dimension shift to….?

Over to the Illustrious Tom! Do pay a visit to his blog site – his imagination knows no bounds and you’re sure to find something that will grab your own imagination and keep you coming back!

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Other Worldly Voices: 3–Your Venutian Voice!   14 comments

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Next up, our neighbouring planet Venus: that roasting hot hell-hole of a world not even vaguely conducive to human existence, with a surface temperature hot enough to melt lead, a crushingly high pressure (think 900m under the sea!) and thoroughly poisonous, largely carbon dioxide atmosphere (aprox. 70 x the density of Earth’s – all thick and soupy) On this basis your lungs would be crushed and you wouldn’t be able to shout, scream, yell or even sing no matter how much you might like to, and you certainly wouldn’t be having a chat since you wouldn’t be able to speak. All these delights coupled up nicely with a choking cover of sulphuric acid clouds. If you survived long enough, due to Venus’s retrograde orbit you could enjoy the curious pleasure of watching the sun rise – in the west and set in the east! As you probably wouldn’t survive you might still have just enough time to see the Venutian night sky. You wouldn’t see any stars but it would be suitably dark and black. If on the other hand your untimely demise happened to occur during the day you would be able to enjoy an orangy-red sky for a few seconds – the result of the sunlight being scattered around by those deadly carbon dioxide molecules. Returning to your vocalisations, should you be lucky enough to try having any, the high atmospheric density would lead to much slower vibrations of your long-suffering vocal cords so your vocalisations would sound very deep bass-toned. However, since the sound waves you produce, if you’re really, really lucky, move through Venus’s atmosphere much quicker than they would in Earth’s so you would also be speaking in a decidedly squawky, squeaky fashion! Not great for your final yell of protest at your pending demise on Venus!

Shungite – Rock of Profound Enigmas   16 comments




Shungite – A Rock of Profound Enigmas

 

An Exotic, Alien Rock with Mysterious Abilities

Shungite’s origins and presence on Earth remain an unsolved mystery. Scientists have estimated its age to be in the region of 2 billion years, and they know it is a “Precambrian carbonaceous natural stone of organic origin.” It resembles coal in appearance and is found in very ancient layers of the Earth’s crust that were formed long before life existed on Earth. However, 2 billion years ago there were no forests. where carbides, e.g. coal could have formed.

The atmosphere lacked oxygen and there were only proteobactria living in it. The sudden large deposits of Shungite appeared to materialise out of nowhere.

Scientific Theories Regarding Shungite’s Origins

  • One theory suggests that it may have formed in prehistoric oceans, where an assortment of microscopic organisms once existed. When they died it is considered likely that they disintegrated and blended with the sea-floor, to create Shungite. Over time it is thought to have found its way onto dry land during the time of changes in the form of the land.
  • Some scientists considered was that shungite was one of the properties of a gigantic meteorite that brought with it to the Earth a fragment of Phaeton – a decomposed planet believed to be home to carbon-based life forms. It brought these life forms to Earth and as a result of the impact the shungite field formed in the area.
  • Some researchers maintain that Shungite could have volcanic features due to its configuration and assembly. They suggest that Shungite could have been volcanically ejected and have engage in a similar function to the proposed Phaeton splinter.

 

Wherever it originally appeared from, shungite has unique healing qualities and an abundance of remarkable characteristics, making it indisputably, a mineral like nothing else on earth

Unique Qualities

It is thought that it embodies an energy capable of eliminating all human health hazards endangering our lives, and its dynamic commodities give it capable of highly effective healing qualities.

No other known natural material to our current knowledge contains fullerenes – the most potent of powerful anti-oxidants that safeguard our body cells from the damaging effect of free radicals. It is also a very diverse form of carbon (carbon also being the foundation of life on the Earth)

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Shungite Pyramid Credit: Google Photos

Beneficial Shungite

Shungite’s other beneficial qualities include:

  • Water purification
  • Physical healing
  • Crystal healing
  • Electro-magnetic frequency (EMF) radiation protection

Electro-Magnetic Frequency (EMF) Radiation

In today’s world we are surrounded by all manner of technological devices that expose the bulk of people to high levels of electro-magnetic frequency radiation. Scientific research proves that the negative effect of our technology (EMF Vulnerability) can be reduced using Shungite.

Geopathic Stress

Zones where Earth’s natural energy is disrupted by low-level electro-magnetic frequency (EMF) often cause Geopathic stress and tension amongst those people who spend time in them.  The EMF stems from:

  • Certain mineral concentrations
  • Underground steams
  • Electricity networks, etc.

Symptoms of geopathic stress include:

  • Headaches
  • Insomnia
  • Fatigue
  • Weakened immune system affecting performance, well-being and health

Shungite has proven to be a perfect solution when it comes to coping with geopathic stress and reducing the negative effects of the geopathic zones. It also activates the human body’s healing qualities.

Shungite Water

It is used as a natural water filter, detoxifying water, and it has been proven that consuming shungite water provides an upbeat invigorating effect and helps to deal with health issues that include:

  • skin related problems
  • chronic respiratory issues
  • headaches
  • aching joints
  • muscles and digestive system problems

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Happy New Year 2018   10 comments

 

And now we welcome the New Year. Full of things that have never been. (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering “It will be happier.” (Alfred Lord Tennyson)

Europa’s Icewolf is Going to Mars!   35 comments

Europa’s Icewolf is Going to Mars!!

Mars-InSight Boarding Pass 🙂

My name is onboard the “passenger list” for the next mission to Mars-InSight!

InSight will launch in May, 2018. It will study the interior of Mars and listen for Marsquakes. 

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Feel free to join me! I’ve recently completed an Open University course – How to Survive on Mars, so everyone will be fine! All my shiny new followers welcome too 🙂 It will be the perfect time to get to know each other…it takes a while to get to Mars! Look carefully, and you may even see the Black Wolves of Mars 😉

Silence in the Shadows: Ring-World   21 comments

 

 

Galaxy’s Edge – The Final Planetary Frontier

 

 

Dark alien planetscape…eerie silence bar the wisps of the star winds whispering across a shadowed, dimly-lit terrain. The final planetary frontier, the most distant planetary world in the galaxy…ice cold and barely lit, by a star a million light years away.

 

The shuttle port was the busiest in the galaxy and settling back comfortably in few remaining free viewing zones intergalactic voyagers watched the ringed shadow of other worlds drift in the skies, as shuttles cleared the flight gantries soaring or roaring, depending on specific speed and flight capacities.

Tourists awed by the sight of the giant swirling vortex at the end of the galaxy – galaxy’s edge. The hub at the end of the galaxy teaming with life that many did not realise existed. Business and leisure intermingled as the vortex at the end of the galaxy swirled in dominant splendour, marking the largely ignored gateway to alternative worlds. It was all very self-contained and comfortable. Yerik and Yelena unashamedly joined the group gazing into the monumental machinery of the galaxy, worlds away from home. Dreams circled in their alien eyes reflecting the bright arms of the vortex. The viewing area alive with the lucky few who had chanced on the space city nestling at the end of the galaxy, a well-kept gem known to the lucky and the privileged.

Yerik glanced sideways at Yelena, seeing a woman lost in the darkened dreams of interplanetary mysteries. Drifting, sliding rifts of thought and endless dreams, meandering like a metallic river through the wandering imagination of a star-driven mind. Floating on the ectoplasm of a world of thoughts. Distant worlds drifted in her eyes, the echoes of the universe’s wonders ebbing and flowing in an endless cosmic flow, in tune with the darkened, radioactive river flowing in untouchable sentient streams through the interstellar star city.

A world built for thousands and inhabited by none. A radioactive ghost city immaculate and equipped with all manner of hi tech gadgetry. A modern day sentinel world humming with electronic life but devoid of any living being. Deep in its centre, artificial green parks and well-stocked shopping malls; still and silent, locked down by an electronic security system, manned remotely from a distant world a thousand light years away. Silent, dark transporter rooms housing brand new equipment that would never be used, never see the immaculate highways built for them. Silence. Sentinel. A world where only the cold winds whispered across a barren and darkened world….

 

 

 

Yelena.jpgLost and distant… Lured by a sighing solar wind that filtered the haunting gold-black suns, filaments tenderly flickering amongst the strands of her fractured thoughts. He had seen that look before…not often, but enough to know. Speaking her name gruffly, chiselled features hard and set, Yerik sensed also, that she was psychologically and emotionally a million light years away, caught up in the desolation, lost in the land of wolves…not of this world…distant and unreadable, and definitely not responding… and she needed to! “Yelena!!” He barked her name sharply this time, eyes, grey and shrouded in cold self-assured scrutiny, attitude dark and commanding demanding her attention in his own language, determined to exact a response from her one way or another.

She started as the alien winds brushed gently through her hair, as ethereal as the dimly lit world they wandered through, stirring her thoughts back to the alien reality before her; to the thrill of the final cosmic frontier.  Silvered seas of tranquility sliding into the night of another world. Vast and silken-dark waters, glistening in wonderful isolation in the flashing lights of exotic, alien eyes.

She turned slowly, gazing deep into his soul, drifting back to him from a great distance, nanotechnogy second after nano second…wolf breed…sleep walking… wolf flashed in her eyes awaking suspiciously to only half conceal the stark warning of wolf and woman towards the veiled threat of the alien male.  She responded to him in his own language, her tones low and throaty, her eyes inward looking, at some unseen mirage of this radioactive world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The final planetary frontier, the most distant planetary world in the galaxy…ice cold and barely lit, by a star a million light years away.

 

Always remember that your present situation is not your final destination. The best is yet to come.