The Hacienda is a single-level manse. It is Moorish in feel, with thick butter-yellow adobe walls and intricate decoration filled with bright colors. Inside it looks like the Alhambra, with vivid silks and rugs lain all over.

The Hacienda is comprised mostly of three apartments. One is mine; one I gave to Darzee and Balthazar; and the last houses the angels Quintazel and Anpiel, and I have not seen the third suite since I gave it over to them.

My apartments are dark and cool; the room is cavernously large and taken up mostly by a long reflecting pool tiled with rust red tiles. The walls and ceiling are covered in fiery-red silks. At the far end of the pool away from the entrance there is a red-gold divan and endless pillows colored in deep jewel tones, amber and amethyst and garnet, for sitting and talking. I rest here, and think, doubtless too much. I have a lap desk that I use to try to capture and remember ideas when I am away from a real pen and paper.

Darzee and Balthazar’s apartment, is painted a light robin’s egg blue, and white netting and gauzy cream-colored hangings are arrayed across the walls. The furniture is dripping-blood red, and the bed is huge and sits in a dark, shadowy corner. Their rooms are dark as well, and a magnificent fireplace is across from the bed, with furs piled on the floor in front of it. The entire fireplace, from the hearth to the firebox to the mantle is carved from buttercream-colored marble shot through with dark sable veining.

The only other room in the Hacienda is the Library. Unlike the apartments, the Library is quite small. The ceilings are high, and the bookshelves run the length of the walls. There is barely room for the three simple wooden worktables. Each have the customary green-and-brass library lamps, and that is all the light that is ever in the room. The far end is so deep in shadow you can barely see it. The close confines are comforting and help me to focus. I often picture myself reading in the Library when I am reading study material in the outside world as well; it can improve my recall and help me make connections.

Here, the Hacienda symbolizes the place to find my posts about my metaphysical studies and any philosophical reflections I happen to stumble upon.