Silvia Hartmann's Blog

Ein interessantes Projekt Sanktorium Spiel ... was findest du in der Goldenen Stadt ...?

An energy magic machine by Silvia Hartmann that is also a beautiful sculpture, and a powerful tool for real energy magicians, but it is also a work of art.

Many hands and minds were at work to create this; it's absolutely unique in all times spent, there will never be another even remotely like it, but most of all, it is very beautiful

Here's the story of The City of Gold.

Ein modernes Märchen von Silvia Hartmann über ein Heinzelmännchen, eine Sumpfhexe und wie man die Liebe finden kann.

A central aspect to working with the Genius Symbols is to make one's own symbol set, out of materials that one feels drawn to, and to inscribe the symbols oneself according to the instructions.

This makes any Genius Symbol set unique to the owner, and of course, the owner can make as many different sets at any time they want, as the symbols are free from any object, but can be applied to any object.

Here are some examples of every day symbol sets readers have sent in.

What Does It Mean To Be A Genius? What is "The Genius Mind"? What is the definition of genius? What is the Genius Process? And can I become a genius for real?

These and many other questions are answered by Dr Hartmann in this concise introduction to real genius.

Silvia Hartmann's sunrise "poem" Morning Light.

Ein herzliches Willkommen an unsere 50 neuen deutschsprachigen Projekt Sanktorium Meister!

* Neue Facebook Gruppe fuer PS Afficionados auf Deutsch hier:https://www.facebook.com/groups/psdeutsch/

An original story in the classical fairy tale format by Silvia Hartmann for those who might be weary of the drudgery of life, and seek to recapture their magic.

Originally posted2002-02-04.

Project Sanctuary has acquired the content from Fantasy Fiction UK and we have now a new category at http://projectsanctuary.com/fantasy_fiction.html

Welcoming all Fantasy Fiction fans to Project Sanctuary - you will absolutely love it here :-)

Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he dreamed that he was sitting in a rowing boat that did not move, and the ocean was made entirely of books, waves upon waves of books, static, frozen, inescapable, terrifying and lonely ...