Category: Dream
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Dream Journal: 2018-01-11.01
I fell through a thousand worlds. Through winters and summers. Through solid rock and open skies. Silks and furs and iron couldn’t hold me. Plastics and biofilms and networks couldn’t catch me. I had no place in any of them. I fell through a thousand worlds in the blink of an eye and landed on…
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Dream Journal: 2018-01-07.01
A phone is ringing. I pick up the nearest handset, but the ringing continues. It is the wrong handset.
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Dream Journal: 2018-01-01
I have had the stone for a while. Esse, once called “The Svartalf” in my earlier writings, had claimed it to be a key for entering spaces he had set aside for me. But after I successfully took the doll back from him two years ago, I interacted less and less with him until by…
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Dream Journal: 2017-12-03
While I was chilling at home with absolutely no fucks to be had or given, an acquaintance calls me. He’s participating in an on-site group ritual and their contracted seer called them with a last second extortion attempt raise in price that was above and beyond what the group was willing to pay. If I were to…
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Transitions
I don’t know about a lot of things right now. I’m still in the liminal boundary between desert and forest. I do have a “life update” that is a direct result of the DoMagick: Beginner’s Mind workings I did in September. Of the two items in this update, one is already completed and the other is…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 19 – Smoke
When I scribbled my notes immediately after yesterday’s ritual, the agreement felt like something I had witnessed rather than something I had participated in. Even throughout the day, as I reflected on the actions to see if there was any scene where my memory proved untrustworthy, the agreement remained intact, word for word. It was…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 17 – Midterm
The completed wand still left a brush of oil on my hand if I gripped it hard. To be expected, as the grain of the apparently smooth surface of the worked wand lifted once the extra virgin olive oil started to soak in. I remember the same happening to my other wand as the dry…
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Do Magick September ’17: Day 5 – When Is Here? Where Is Now?
All night long I dreamt of performing the ritual. Laying out the gear and saying the prayers. Raising the thin brown book and my hand while reciting incantations. Lowering of the amulet and raising the knife. At first, the scene was properly linear. First this, then that. The book is lifted before it can be…
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Dream Journal: 2017-08-27.01
I knew I was dreaming. A demonic contagion was spreading throughout the world like an epidemic. Everyone infected by it became blind. I spent a few seconds groaning at the recycled tropes from the 80’s before realizing that despite my awareness, I actually had very little power here. I only happened to be immune. One…
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Dream Journal: 2017-08-25.01
All week long I’ve been worried as hell that I’m gonna Fuck It Up something big and have my shame documented for all to see. (There’s a difference between “nothing happened” and “uh-oh”.) Last night I heard a train of people passing by my closed bedroom door. I attributed it to family members having to reckon with…