Tag: Mother Mary
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A Store of Faith
I dreamt of rosaries. To say that the scene was set in a rosary store is a belittling summary. Money was not the only currency accepted. A barely heard sigh expressed in faith could “buy” more rosaries than any ridiculous amount of cash, gold, and/or jewels. While there were rosaries for people of prestige, their…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-20.01
In my time honored tradition of avoiding one problematic thing by immersing myself in another one, I made another attempt to pass the flames of the Path of Daleth again. I reckoned that if the angelic blessing was going to be dumped on my head willing or not, I might as well take advantage of…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-18.01
I made the necessary preparations and carved out the minimally required number of hours in solitude. I was going to go up that holy mountain tonight, dammit. Every part of me was singing one part of a duet and I knew the only way to complete the harmony was to go. So I went.
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Another Knot in the Path
No more excuses. I need to start tying up loose ends before I get caught and strangled by them. I reached out to [Merciful Mother] Mary and asked permission to enter Binah for a proper run across the Path of Daleth that she described as ascending the holy mountain to meet her husband. (She is,…
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Magic Journal: 2016-12-01.01
Hail Mary, Queen of Heaven. Holy Light, cloaked with stars. Sustaining Love that warms fading embers. Hail Mary, Queen of Sorrow. Holy Tears that purify the waters. Mourning hands washing my heart clean. Hail Mary, Queen of Hope. Holy Mother, holding my hand. Sweet encouragement lifting me with the sunrise.
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-23.01
Remember my suspicions that “my” [Merciful Mother] Mary was something else wearing that face so I could interact with her and without fear? All the clues about her identity was written publicly. It just took sifting through two years of scattered shitposts to put them together. (The final clue was her insistence I meet her…
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Dream Journal: 2016-06-17.01
The black rosary appeared in my left hand, wrapped loosely around my fingers. The spectral breeze carried the scent of fresh sweet water. “Not yet, Mary. I’m to the Hanged Man in that deck, and I still have cards I could confuse with you left to confront. When I am finally able to give you…
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Dream Journal: 2016-05-23.01
When I wasn’t being tempted to do the thing I was told not to do, I put together the clues I have about the holy mountain I saw and why it is so important that I ascend it. Well, I did say I wanted a blasphemy.
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Dream Journal: 2015-07-24.02
The other part of the night was spent wrestling with my anger. I found myself [dressed a certain way], standing on a cliff overlooking an agitated sea. In my left hand, the rosary of Mary’s covenant was tightly gripped. In my right hand, the shenanigans rosary was loosely wrapped. And I was screaming.
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Heaven, Sorrow, & Hope
I went back. Not because she called me. She didn’t. Not because she forced me. She didn’t. Because she asked me. So I went.