Category: A Different Way
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Spirit Journal: 2017-04-15.01
Last night was going to be the night I make my next formal attempt to scale the Holy Mountain. Self work that I thought was going to be just a couple nights of wishful thinking and patting myself on the back for being so daring and explorative had turned into weeks of rescuing my shattered…
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Magic Journal: 2017-04-04.01
I understand now that neither Will nor Knowledge will get me past the flames. The answer is Desire and the lust must be for Union. If I give up, nothing really changes. This is a Bastard Path anyway and none of this is “real”. If I persist, if I ascend the Holy Mountain past that…
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Dream Journal: 2017-01-12.01
I brushed my hair backwards after washing it last night. After years of setting the pinch-short afro to orient forward, while discussing certain events with Dter, I brushed it backwards and set it without realizing what I had done.
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Journal: 2017-01-05.02
I usually avoid listening/watching recordings of rituals, because historically, such recordings make me feel… uncomfortable. Maybe I pick up on spiritual echoes that ring me like a tuning fork. Maybe the years of shit I have survived and intentionally forgotten resonate in the mental caverns where my fear lairs. Maybe my lack of self-esteem made…
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Journal: 2017-01-05.01
Spirits: You need to learn The Thing. Ancestors: The Thing is a good way to interface with us. Random Divination: The Thing is mutually pluggable with you. Rummer John: You know what would help? The Thing. OG: I’m inserting myself into your life explicitly to participate with The Thing. Friends: We could see you being…
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Dream Journal: The Drum Waits
Once upon a Christian faith, I was the hand-drummer for the church band. Couldn’t swing a drumstick without hitting myself in the eye, but I could make a djembe weep. The church band did not seek adding a hand drum as part of the permanent set, viewing such instruments with a barely concealed suspicion. (It…
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Spirit Journal: 2016-12-29.01
The hillside spirit that calls me “Little Sparrow” is not easy to spot now. Its attention was full on the farmed fields before where I felt it strongest, and after its chastisement I stopped trying to snoop on its business.
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Dream Journal: 2016-12-03.01
Doing some light reading and coming across multiple references to St. Cyprian again. While I expect to find references with that book and that author, it has been a crescendo of unexpected references this past month to the point where I am about ready to defenestrate the next person, place, or thing, that makes another…
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Magic Journal: 2016-12-02.01
I don’t know where it came from. Don’t know what bundle it fell from. Don’t know whose hand had cut it. Don’t know what plant had sprung it. Don’t know why it was there. But there it was, in the middle of the hall, right in the middle of my path where I had walked…
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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.