Dreamt I was putting together a rosary for a client. Had to use certain beads (client supplied) and assemble in a certain order (client directed) and face a certain direction while doing this (south).
All went well, despite the client’s supervision, until it was time to attach the crucifix. The client wanted the crucifix attached last and had kept it in his hand until now.
He handed me a small tarnished silver cross. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-04-13.01
She did everything she was supposed to do. Followed the protocols to the letter. Make the right offerings to the right entities in the right order. But she still couldn’t save her friend from her friend’s mistakes. The rules were broken, and there will be consequences.
She begged me to help. I told her there would be a price to pay, and that she, personally, would be the one to pay it. Not her friend, who was unconscious and unable to speak for herself anyway. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-04-10.01
The Inverse World’s effect from the Tarot Deck of Major Doom kicked in yesterday. And it started with coffee. Continue reading Tarot Deck of Major Doom: The World
What does the World want? Everything.
I do call myself a tarot reader, and I did remember that standing before the indistinct form of the spirit. But that was an answer to a question I didn’t ask.
I wanted to know what did this particular spirit want particularly from me? And while the answer to that question was the same on paper, “everything”, the implementation of that answer was the difference between master and servant. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-04-06.01
So I’ve been wrestling with the Tarot Deck of Major Doom for a week now, and so far, it’s not very doomish. Yet.
I don’t want to name the physical deck the doomishness is riding*, because these shenanigans are not an inherent property of the deck. That would be like saying because one particular bottle of a certain brand of milk spoiled due to consumer mishandling, all bottles of milk by that brand are not to be trusted by anyone.
In the (unpublished) dream, the deck spirits** had sought me out as a deliberate owner/cat-herder to help them overcome the faults of their creation. They told me what would be the consequences of having them in my life, and how to be rid of them quickly if I chose to. While the overall consensus of the twenty-two spirits was they needed help to overcome their circumstances, I was warned that not all of the spirits were as eager for my involvement as others.
Taking on the responsibility to rehabilitate them meant I had to rehabilitate all twenty-two of them, dragging, kicking, and screaming, if necessary. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-04-02.01
I was disembodied. More lazy cloud of smoke than anything substantial. Darkly being in a field of absolute darkness, I was enjoying being nothing until something even darker came and moved around me with feline grace.
I recognized the entity immediately. “… Malphas.” Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-02-21.01
Is it out of line to throw a temper tantrum in front of a god, to a god? Just asking, in case someone other than me gives a fuck.
So that monotheist demiurge is a-courting me again, and I lost all measure of decorum.
The summary of my screams thesis is plain: At a crucial moment when all I needed to show was faith, that faith was discarded as not enough. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-02-20.01
Them: You have [it]. Physically. In hand. Just as we had shown you. Just as we had told you.
Me: I do.
Them: Still you doubt? Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-02-15.01
While my coworker was dreaming of me protecting her (again), I was dreaming of Socheniel protecting me. Still dealing with some shit over yonder, the entity I was talking to was about to double-cross me. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-02-14.01
Dreamt I was visiting a friend in a deep country town. My friend was already the “odd one” of the quaint (read: insular) town so my arrival was greeted with snorts of condemnations and a few stink-eyes punctuating warnings about “acting out of line”. But I had passed by the Old Man’s house on the way to my friend. He was sitting on his porch, in his old rocking chair, seemingly indifferent to what was coming to and fro.
I had nodded at him in polite greeting anyway. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2016-02-06.01