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volume seven | number two | fall 2006 |
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Brandon R. Schrand in disbelief as he drove his staff twice into that most ordinary stone, when the waters poured forth clarifying the way of things. BOOK II in his theses, Martin Luther stood, and declared that the virgula divina violated the First Commandment. BOOK III deep into the throated gold mines of back and forth, until his light caught the men <> with forked twigs cut from hazel shrubs, their sticks scratching out a map of impossible fortune. Twelve years later, upon an offering of land for a convent, Saint Teresa of noting its absence of water. Friar Antonio appeared before her in the wooded grove clutching a twig; he then signed a cross and divined a gushing well. BOOK V The Baroness de Beusoleil discovered hundredsof lost mines in ancient all under the tip of her rod. But in 1642, she admitted divining, and alchemy too. Charged with sorcery, she was imprisoned in a Parisian dungeon until her end. BOOK VI Someone among the throng of those dourstone-eyed Puritans packed among their buckled shoes, chamber pots, and linen a curious thing a devil's arm, an instrument so wicked it could, in the hands of a witch, summon the fluids of the earth.
water surface under the spell of the stick despite what he thought he knew. Joseph Smith prowled the backwoods of Mormon farmers would teach the Navajo how to witch for water in the desert wash of BOOK IX Before
we raised the drill rig's
tower, before we sunk a single
gleaming bit into the earth, we waited in that sagebrush draw for Alma Bassett to slam his truck door, light a smoke, and fish out a bronze rod; for it to pull him forth into the wind, for its end to dip, and for |
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