Three Different Ways

Author: Keri

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-30.03

    “Okay. Seriously, [Top Hat Spider]. Why are you hanging around here? What is it about this house that keeps you here?” His body is mostly obscured by the large black top hat he keeps with him constantly. His ten legs look very much like a spiders, and two of the legs are used to keep…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-30.02

    “If you really want to take me seriously… respect the tea. No more than five minutes steeping, please. It pains me when you forget the tea for an hour.” So said Top Hat Spider unprompted. And yea, I tend to put the tea bag in and forget about it. Army Strength Tea, One Each. Okay…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-30.01

    The dream was very mundane in nature. I went to a major retail store to buy a new MP3 player. Product A looked pretty, but had a shitty interface and was heavily restricted in customizable features. Product B was able to have custom firmware loaded, but the output was notoriously clipped. Neither one really appealed…

  • Ask Keri: No Man or Lucifer?

    Anon speculated: “I know who No Man is! That’s Lucifer!”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-29.01

    I don’t know how long I had been at the fire. My bare feet were so covered with dirt and ash, I looked like I had grown like a tree. If a tree could have feathers. I was exhausted and had stumbled. Snake, in his human form, had caught me. I was getting sweat and…

  • The Trend Of The Responses To My “Observations”

    673 words where Keri discusses the responses she has received to her post: “My Observations and Experiences as a Pagan Woman of Color”, and feels many are missing the point and making her just as much as a token piece as the racists has.

  • My Observations and Experiences as a Pagan Woman of Color

    This was originally posted on my Tumblr: Three More Ways on August 21, 2012. I felt because it is a reflection of my personal life, it also belonged here… My observations and experiences as a Pagan Woman of Color: 670 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-28.01

    It felt like as soon as my head hit the pillow in the Waking, I wake up face down in the lair in the Dreaming. Lying on the pallet that serves as my bed. I smell blood. Lifting my head I note my back is burdened by wings. The wings are mine, but the shape…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-27.01

    The dream went lucid at once. As did my work. I bid Horatio to attend to me as I walked the house. He was no longer going to be a pretty trinket hanging off my waist. He was going to work for me, or be sent to the Boneyard. As I’m telling him what I…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-26.01

    What little dreams I had last night were dominated by household stress. I’m done playing by the rules. The shit is critical, and I am not joking. Last night I put the house Regulars on notice. Any that have been feeding off the malaise my mother is so damn good at generating have had their…