Monthly Archives: June 2009

Jack Swift – Kin, 10th June 2009

I have surfed the stars and ridden the wind. I have walked between the worlds, been eaten by a bear and swallowed by the turquoise wolf that steps between the molecules of the sky. I have died and been born a thousand times and I know the secret name of the sycamore, the oak and the elderberry. Mine is the hunger of the sacred hermits and the dance of the

Jack Swift – Kin, 13th May 2009




In which Jack, having fled the city, is reminded of perspective by a skylark and is assailed by visions of Pacha Mama.

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In the morning of that night, I woke from a dream. In the dream, I was taking ayahuasca in the jungles of Peru and I’d met Pacha Mama, the great Earth mother. She was huge and

Jack Swift – Kin, 8th April 2009


In which we rediscover Jack on the streets of Edinburgh. Since we met him last, Sri and the Bear have passed on, and an Angel is haranguing him. Jack, drunk and disgruntled, is not in the mood for Angels, Bears or Dead Gurus.

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This is a story about the angel. She came and went quickly, just passing

Jack Swift – Bob Mullet, retired guru (Kin, 2003?)


In which Jack hitch-hikes up the East coast of Britain and encounters the denizens of the road, only to become lost in the Services just outside Newcastle

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Hitchhiking is sometimes a joy, and sometimes it is hell. When it is a joy, you can do nothing save simply give thanks. When it is hell, there is nothing that you can