The world tree is a motif present in several religions and mythologies, particularly Indo-European religions, Siberian religions, and Native American religions. The world tree is represented as a colossal tree which supports the heavens, thereby connecting the heavens, the terrestrial world, and, through its roots, the underworld. It may also be strongly connected to the motif of the tree of life, but it is the source of wisdom of the ages. – Wikipedia
One common theme in magic, mythology, and fantasy is the idea that this “wisdom of the ages” is (or was) known by individuals called “the old ones.” Some say they came and went eons ago and left their wisdom right in front of us, and that all we had to do was figure out what we were looking at. Others say that whether the “old ones” still walk amongst us unseen or left eons ago, that their knowledge can only be found by years of meditation, study, and withdrawal from the day-to-day world.
I’ve been fascinated with this stuff since I was in high school and first came across the mystery school mysteries, comparative mythology, and similar approaches to “the big question.” I’ve noticed a lot of commonality between systems even though the myths and techniques are often somewhat different.
The only thing I’m sure of is that the more one studies all this, she less s/he knows. That doesn’t imply, though, that if one hadn’t studied it at all, s/he would know everything by the time s/he reached my age. All I have so far at my sage other than aches, pains, medications, and trips to the hospital is a monthly copy of “AARP Magazine.”
Maybe all this has been bunk. If so, it’s been joyful and addictive bunk that’s provided a lifetime of wondrous insanity. As luck–or the gods would have it–I’m not living on the street or, worse yet, in an institution where the psychiatrists ask, “Do you hear or see things that aren’t there?” My only response to that would be, “How would I know?”
When I became an old one, I didn’t have a visit from an older one who handed me a book titled “Here’s The Wisdom.” Or, if that did happen, I was asleep and missed it.
So, all I have to say about the wisdom is that it’s been a nice hobby and it’s given me some mysterious things to put in my novels. I have no idea what percentage of my readers think the wisdom is out there waiting for them and end up in an asylum where they’re asked “Do you hear or see things that aren’t there?” If so, I hope they know the right answer.
So reading about mysterious things is a risk sort of like bungee jumping. You might be yanked up into the high clouds where all will become known or you might hit bottom where nothing more will be known–or vice versa.
But what a ride.
–Malcolm
Publisher: Thomas-Jacob Publishing
Listen, and if you’re still “okay,” move on to the second audiobook in the series.

“Ley lines (/leɪ/) refer to straight alignments drawn between various historic structures and prominent landmarks. The idea was developed in early 20th-century Europe, with ley line believers arguing that these alignments were recognised by ancient societies that deliberately erected structures along them. Since the 1960s, members of the Earth Mysteries movement and other esoteric traditions have commonly believed that such ley lines demarcate “earth energies” and serve as guides for alien spacecraft. Archaeologists and scientists regard ley lines as an example of pseudo-archaeology and pseudo-science.” – ![Florida Folk Magic Stories: Novels 1-4 by [Malcolm R. Campbell]](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/51JM4A8GQFL.jpg)

No doubt, some users thought the feds finally made good on their threat to break up Facebook. So far, the feds aren’t claiming responsibility. Neither are any of the other usual suspects.




Malcolm R. Campbell
A Sharp Solitude, by Christine Carbo: I finished the fourth and, I believe, the last in the Glacier Park suspense series and found it somewhat slow going until I got near the end. Then, all hell broke loose. Worth the ride, I think, but less compelling than the series’ first three books.
Supper: I went all out preparing tonight’s supper. This proves that even though I’m a man, I’m not scared of going in the kitchen. I also know how to get ice cubes out of the freezer.
Weather: The remnants of two tropical storms dumped a lot of rain on us, so now, just as we’re enjoying sunny skies and lower temperatures, here comes Sam. According to those who know about such things, we should be in the clear. Hmm.
It’s tempting to respond, “Oh yeah, well then who the hell am I?”