Dream Journal: 2017-07-13.01

It has been a few days since Feathers and Ash and its sequel, Iron and Ash. I suspected after the second dream that something substantial had changed and that if I continued to have dreams/nightmares of being possessed, the nature of those dreams would change.

Wha’dya’know… I was right. But, I don’t want to talk about how things have changed. While this new set of scenarios are much more likely to happen, in my current environment they are still as likely as a cheese moon or a beneficial institution.

Instead, I’ll talk about Truth and Purity. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-07-13.01”

Dream Journal: 2017-07-12.01

“The phrase is a prayer for mercy. The speaker is asking those holding power over the place and circumstances they are in to pass over them because they are insignificant to those holding power.”

The teacher wrote out the five words on the chalkboard as he spoke. After finishing, he went back and slowly spoke each word as a sentence in itself. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-07-12.01”

She Stole Herself

Her history is scarred
like her reflection.
She teaches that
steel and makeup
can both cut a man’s soul
when properly applied.

Her voice is viscous
like blood and power.
She preaches that
covenants broken
can sever a lineage
even if the blood remains.

Her grip is unyielding
like a lock without a key.
She seizes those
already stolen assets which
can further her goals
and ends her enemies before dinner.

Feathers and Ash

So I told myself I wasn’t going to post about this recurring dream/nightmare/experience, because it’s not like anyone would be able to understand or grok what can not be expressed in words but can only be experienced. And as if the recurring portion wasn’t bad enough, a thing happened that may end the series, but without the unexplainable context of the series, the finale may be just as indescribable.

Once again, @coldalbion​ reminds me I’m still a FNG at this and experience came long before I did and will be here long after I’m gone.

So. Fine. The damn memories are pricking at me anyway making me restless, like feathers poking out from under my skin. Continue reading “Feathers and Ash”

The Muddy Affair

“In the name of the Father & of the Son & of the Holy Ghost, and by the power of those potent, inestimable, Divine and Commanding names, of the Almighty & Everliving God Jehovah, El, Elohim, Sabaoth, Adonay, Tetragrammaton, Alpha & Omega…”

The words came smoothly out of my mouth. The names flowed softly over my tongue with a sincerity that surprised me. There was no fear to stutter me, no sense of unbelief to snarl me. This wasn’t the time for that.

This was the time for invocation. Continue reading “The Muddy Affair”

Dream Journal: 2017-06-30.01

“Y’all said this was one of them channeler road shows, like those medium shows, ya said. Y’all said jacque shitte about this being a traveling Christian prophet.”

“We did… we… just didn’t specify which religion was involved. But channelers are channelers, right? It’s all made up anyway!” Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-06-30.01”

Dream Journal: 2017-06-22.01

I wandered through rocky hills, past outcrops of bedrock worn smooth by wind and made brittle by wildfires. The wind suddenly collected a pile of dead brown leaves at my feet. As I watched the swirling, I realized the wind had collected more than tinder.

I reached into the pile and pulled out something both small and large, both heavy and light. It attempted to form itself into whatever I was thinking of at the moment.

But I knew it wasn’t mine to keep, much less alter. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-06-22.01”

Dream Journal: 2017-06-13.01

I woke up.

The old quilt was comfortably heavy upon me and held me gently in the straw stuffed bed. I could see where the pitch had become thin between the boards of the rough cottage. Dried and drying flowers hung in bunches above me. A bee was trying to coax the last memory of spring from a yellowing white flower before the pervasive chill could not be ignored anymore.

“She’s awake.” Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-06-13.01”