Dream Journal: 2014-03-26.03

The seal was originally installed at the mountain terrace. K and kir buddies allowed me to play ceremonial magician there until I started to realize this was not just in my head. The seal was scrubbed off later by a vicious wind before I was dropped into Rummer John’s care.

The Embroidered Man was my mentor and teacher over yonder. I wondered if he was a higher version of myself. (Did I mention how full of shit I was then?) My entry into the Boneyard was a result of him piercing the realms and dropped me damn near into Ravenwoman’s lap. He handed me off and never made an appearance until today/last night. Three years, the bastard. Someone has questions to answer, the fuck.

Shortly after acquiring that certain wand, I was dropped into Rummer John’s swamp cabin. But not before every external tool or identifier that marked me as a wanna-be ceremonial magician was removed and/or broken. The physical wand now had no connection to Weaver. Until a few weeks ago, when it suddenly “woke up”.

The four “angels” that I thought were assigned to the seal weren’t all angels. Only one was, and ke was connected to K. The other 3 are other things from other realms, and after the seal was scrubbed away I was only able to make contact with two of them. I have yet to gain admittance to where the Lord of Earth originally came from.

The Club Kaaba (or the Kaaba Club, the word order is important, but I never found out why) is an Over Yonder edifice established by the Embroidered Man and was painted in blood by yours truly. It is a magical place inside, and some readers had mentioned it is representative of Daath. After I was kicked out of the ceremonial magicians’ club, I never returned there.

Last year’s walking of the Path of Vau was at the behest of Lord Asmodel. He called upon Weaver to run a message as Courier. I would never have dared to enter that paradigm without that mandate.

Now I’m being not-so-subtly pushed to walk the Path of Cheth. I still have no damn good reason to do so. Watching these tools and these conflicting paradigms reassemble themselves in my hands is not doing well for my friendly attitude. Not doing fucking well at all.


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