Category: Magic Diary
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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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A Thorn By Any Other Name…
In much the same way the name I once called the Antler Crowned and Green Masked Figure by is not his name, so to are the markers and name I know a certain Broker of Information by, not his.
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The Wand Names Itself.
Keri manages to figure out what the wand’s name is. Intuitive? Yup. Something she’d never pick? Yup. Being the meany she is, she keeps the name to herself and muses on noms de plume.452 words.
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-21.01
She sat across from me and watched me knit for a while. “You look like you know what you’re doing. May I ask you a quick question?” Uh-oh. “No quick question is quick. And I know just enough to create expletives. Ask.” I contInued knitting with the gray yarn. “Well, I wanted to make an…
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Dream Journal: 2012-12-18.01
I was playing poker with friends and acquaintances. A new style I had not seen before, so I was alternatively horrid and excellent at it. The dealer was patiently teaching me the sometimes conflicting rules. I spied a pattern and muttered if we were playing poker or playing tarrochi. The other players quickly spoke over…
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Magic Journal: 2012-11-15.01
Pulling free the warp. Rethreading the weft. Untangling the knots while keeping the tension tight. Three to the right. One to the left.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-02.01
Alright guys. I’m probably stirring up shit with this, but it was something I had quickly “seen” and now it won’t leave me. I tried writing this into my private notes, but no, it demands to be written into the publicized notes. Very well then. I throw chum into the water…
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Disjointed Scenes: Undoing
The Maelstrom was beautiful, hypnotic, and silent. I had just closed my eyes and found myself clutching to the side of a cliff. The ground was obscured by mist. Above me the fog churned in contemplation. I was being called someplace, and I was resisting. I knew if I allowed my fear to rise, it…
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Dear Keri: Where’s Horatio?
Asked privately, but it’s a damn good question, so here we go: “I haven’t read much about Horatio lately. You still have him/it trapped in that trinket? You do all your own dirty work yourself anyway. I don’t see you as the kind of magician ordering spirits around.” Well…
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The Diagnosis & The Cure
He was blathering on about how “abnormal” my current mental state is. Instead of being offended or shocked, I was quite amused, and let the sentiment show with a hint of a smile. He saw and was more bothered by my reaction to his “bad news”, than by the dripping. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t…