Archive for the “The Muse Trilogy” category
The Alien and the New Age of “Scientism”
by nielskunze on January 29, 2014
(Author Narration with musical accompaniment) Edwin’s Note: This off-world visitor, the alien, was forcibly assimilated into the Mi-Fu continuum by Paul early on in our epic tale. Interestingly, it was the “foreignness” of the alien’s mind which forced the data (…)
The January 2014 Newsletter (Audio Links)
by nielskunze on January 7, 2014
Here are the links to the individual audios comprising this month’s Newsletter: The New Earth Part 1 of audio The New Earth Part 2 of audio Shifters Episode 2 – “Feeding Time In Scare-City” Musings From the Multidimensional Internet by (…)
December 2013 Newsletter – Audio Version
by nielskunze on December 3, 2013
A new look and a new direction for the Newsletter! For the next couple of years I will be improvising the third book of The Muse Trilogy, issuing a chapter every month. Here is the first instalment, easing us in… (…)
Excerpt of an Interview About The Muse Trilogy
by nielskunze on September 23, 2011
What is The New Millenium Muse? A work in progress. A life in progress. The Muse Trilogy is personally a tool that I use to explore who or what I am, and to determine what the hell I’m doing here. (…)
A Discussion With Martin
by nielskunze on September 23, 2011
-from Butterfly Dreams: The Nectar of Transformation Martin: Will there be a third book in the Muse trilogy as originally planned? Niels: That depends on us both. If we can continue to view Life as an unfathomable Mystery and yet (…)
What a Ride!
by nielskunze on September 20, 2011
-by Adam L. Well Niels, I have just completed your second book, and here are a few of my thoughts and the tip of the ice berg of my questions. First of all, I have to say the book “was (…)
The Thousand-Petalled Lotus
by admin on August 19, 2011
The following poem first appeared on the original back cover of The Thousand-Petalled Lotus. The singular eye sees not itself. The hand which grasps does not feel. Philosophers dream circles, as hammers pound the wheel. In the space between the (…)