Dianthe Bells – författare

On an evening shrouded in the customary murk and wreathed in tobacco haze, I found myself ensconced in the subterranean retreat of the establishment—a chamber designated for masculine conviviality and repose, possessing a degree of comfort quite surprising given the abode's air of declined grandeur. It was here that I first chanced upon the murmurs surrounding the enigmatic figure known as Colonel Forbes. Engaged in conversation were two men, long-tenured guests of the house, whose familiarity with its history and habitués rendered their dialogue particularly intriguing.

In her tea shop that still reigns with the full splendour of ruffles and starch, Mrs. Prudy Murrell continues to charm a fortunate circle of customers with her elegant confectioneries. The pantomime of life reveals the secret of nature that abides within. It is for everyone who has imagined a Winsome Tea Shop in the pauses of their lives. Short, old village story.

Euphoria. There is an inner side to things and until this inner side is known, the things themselves are not known. Life consists in symbols, ever hinting at truth. Truth is the ability to translate symbols. Chapter 1: Will to Write, Chapter 2: Nine Blood Roses, Chapter 3: Response, Chapter 4: Yearning, Chapter 5: My Beloved. Chapter 6: Euphoria, Chapter 7: Shakespearean Veil, Chapter 8: Come to Know.

Ah, behold, dear readers, a tome of wisdom that shall surely tickle the fancy of even the most austere philosophers among us. This curious work, like a mischievous Socratic gadfly, flits through the annals of history with a mischievous grin upon its pages.In its hallowed pages, you shall find the tales of guilds and coffeehouses, where the great minds of yore gathered not only to ponder the mysteries of the universe but also to sip upon the divine elixir of caffeinated enlightenment. Imagine, dear scholars, conversations more spirited than a symposium, and debates more vigorous than a wrestling match in the Agora.With each turn of the parchment, the author leads us on a merry chase through the ages, from the dark shadows of guild secrets to the dazzling light of the Renaissance. In this narrative, expertise transforms from the jealously guarded treasure of the few into the communal feast of knowledge for all.As you read, imagine the great philosophers of old, rolling in their graves with laughter at the audacity of a coffeehouse challenging the sacred halls of the Academy. The Enlightenment, with its penchant for reason and debate, receives a wink and a nod, as if even the most serious thinkers could use a good jest now and then.So, dear reader, if you seek not only knowledge but a hearty chuckle along your path to wisdom, look no further than this delightful tome. It is a raucous banquet of history, where the wine flows as freely as the ideas, and where even the most solemn sages of Athens would raise an eyebrow in amusement.

Ah, the elusive tome shrouded in veils of secrecy and enigma. Heralded as an arcane repository of alchemical knowledge, mystical symbols, and esoteric rituals, this venerated manuscript has captivated seekers of hidden wisdom for generations. Its pages, often inscribed with archaic languages and ciphers, are believed to unlock the very fabric of existence, from the manipulation of cosmic forces to the secrets of spiritual ascension. Though its actual existence has been a matter of scholarly debate, those who claim to have glimpsed its pages insist that the book serves as a celestial guide, a nexus between the corporeal and the ethereal realms. As we ponder its mysteries, one cannot help but feel entangled in its web of intrigue, yearning to scorch the enshrouded truths that lie within its ancient leaves.

Australia 1840… a salty, fleshly, ghost mystery about bush rangers in the unforgettable days of gold, guns and wayward women. Two sophisticated seekers, intangible travellers in the outback, set up their props for a furnace of power. Their lust for knowledge has a revelation. Original engravings of Australian bush rangers by Victorian artists, plus colour images. Short story.Australia 1840… a salty, fleshly, ghost mystery about bush rangers in the unforgettable days of gold, guns and wayward women. Two sophisticated seekers, intangible travellers in the outback, set up their props for a furnace of power. Their lust for knowledge has a revelation. Original engravings of Australian bush rangers by Victorian artists, plus colour images. Short story.

They gave their pens to genius-imaging! Membership is a closed circle. They are the Plot-Makers of Crag-Croak Vale. The Writers of novels that steam upwards from the brew of the subconscious mind, who blasted the source of an endless supply of images. For money? No... The energy of a million bank notes spins through them, giving them the most elusive gift of all... freedom to be their own truth. So, when you read their wry stories, you will not need to be convinced that words are translations of the soul, to amuse you to thinking, to pipe a message, to perhaps illuminate your moment.(This is a metaphysical tale).

Poverty to prosperity. How did they do it in Victorian England days? "e;The Lavender Seller's Fortune"e; presents flower-seller Fedelia, making her life with pennies. In a rented slum room, she prepares a plan to snatch success. How, you enquire, does a young woman abandoned from childhood know what to do? What guides her and is it obtainable for all? These are the little secrets of life....Quaint advertisements included plus a poem Lavender Damsels by the author.You'll be netted in summer!Two other poems of scented wisdom, plus a crochet pattern for Fedelia's pencil cosy.It's All Mind Magick

Scorpio is the mysterious; the unspeakable; the haunted mind. It is autoerotism in a scarlet sheet of pure silk. Write with the pen of Scorpio and you unhinge your own crypt. Enter death. A dual with mortality. One last shocking breath. Arctic waters flush your arteries. Behold. Knowledge. You did not die. Scorpio is the mysterious; the unspeakable; the haunted mind. It is autoerotism in a scarlet sheet of pure silk. Write with the pen of Scorpio and you unhinge your own crypt. Enter death. A dual with mortality. One last shocking breath. Arctic waters flush your arteries. Behold. Knowledge. You did not die. Scorpio is the mysterious; the unspeakable; the haunted mind. It is autoerotism in a scarlet sheet of pure silk. Write with the pen of Scorpio and you unhinge your own crypt. Enter death. A dual with mortality. One last shocking breath. Arctic waters flush your arteries. Behold. Knowledge. You did not die.

A short peep into the scheme of 1930s romance writer Esperance, plus a note from occult author Dianthe Bells on the end of the breathless Victorian love novel. Somewhere today there remains a clutch of loyal romanticists who read and abide in love novels; who have pledged themselves to old-fashioned, virtuous romance, where the woman wins all by engaging her intelligence. Behind the powder-puff and roseate rouge, we have ladies with subtle strength.

Unveil the mystical allure of the medieval rose, a symbol of passion, power, and ancient wisdom. Within these pages, discover the hidden secrets of the rose in medieval mysticism, alchemy, and magic. Learn how this revered flower was used in spells of love and protection, and how its essence was believed to hold the key to spiritual transformation.Explore the esoteric connections between the rose and sacred geometry, numerology, potions, elixirs. rosary beads and astrology.This enchanting guide reveals the forgotten lore of the medieval rose,. What was the monk/s cell garden? Enter the mystical realms of this timeless symbol, 'The Medieval Rose' pricks the very heart of courtly love.

The Rose Gold Mystery Sphere, a treasure most arcane, harbours within its sculpted visage a secret of unparalleled worth. Like some celestial orb or a succulent fruit of earthly origin, it possesses both a bewitching exterior and a heart ripe with undisclosed splendours. Yet, dear friend, let it be known that this beguiling creation possesses the alchemical magic to metamorphose at your very whim. As if guided by an unseen hand, you may garb this Mystery Sphere in an aura entirely reborn.The Rose Gold Mystery Sphere, a treasure most arcane, harbours within its sculpted visage a secret of unparalleled worth. Like some celestial orb or a succulent fruit of earthly origin, it possesses both a bewitching exterior and a heart ripe with undisclosed splendours. Yet, dear friend, let it be known that this beguiling creation possesses the alchemical magic to metamorphose at your very whim. As if guided by an unseen hand, you may garb this Mystery Sphere in an aura entirely reborn.

Natty Old Australian Book Titles to Pump Your Thoughts. These Colonial, and most original book titles are yours to keep. Think of the short stories you could load up with these. Got your quill ready? Got the billy boiling for bush tea? Got your damper spread with cocky's joy? Got yourself on a three-legged stool? Let's write for cash! Includes Symbols of Desire and Symbols of Prosperity.

Set up a shrine to beauty, placing figurines of Aphrodite, swans, mermaids, nymphs and sirens. Add white, pink and red flowers for serenity and allusion. As you expand your awareness of love, you will notice a difference in your face… a softening; a certainty of feminine strength. The blood of roses drenches the soul. Essence preparation given for Moon Rose Dew and Blush of Rose.

In this realm cloaked in veils of forgotten wisdom, the voyage commences, transcending the boundaries of our mundane existence. With trepidation and a trace of madness, the seeker treads the shifting mists, guided by the unseen hand clutching the very essence of their soul.Words, once mere ink upon parchment, pulse with an occult energy, casting eerie illusions upon the seeker's perception. Bathed in a spectral luminescence, the ethereal script shimmers with figures and shadowy chronicles that summon visions of timeless citadels immersed in perpetual twilight.

In the twilight realms where mortal sight falters, the blossoms of the earth hold communion with the unseen. Flowermancy, the ancient art of floral sorcery, binds the ephemeral beauty of flowers to the eternal currents of the occult. This grimoire unveils the sacred rites to harness their power—**but heed this warning**: To pluck a flower without reverence is to invite thorns into thy soul. The spirits of flora are capricious; they demand blood, moonlight, and unyielding respect.