Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Ask Keri: Why Not Raven As A Totem?

    Anon inquired: “I know you keep emphasizing that Raven is not your totem. But from MY point of view, Raven is an important power to you. What happened in the Boneyard should show you that Raven has picked you for something. Why not skip Ravenwoman and go straight to Raven?” Short answer: Because I don’t…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-04.02

    Top Hat Spider eavesdropped on my screen again and noted I was reviewing lists of names again. “It really bothers you.” I answered quickly. “Yes.”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-04.01

    Top Hat Spider has been coaching Horatio. Well, fuck. ~mirth~ Seems THS has taken personal offense to Horatio’s “lack of propriety”, and has taken it upon himself to instruct the headstrong spirit the proper etiquette a manservant should have towards a master of a higher social class. Pink. I am tickled to such.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-03.01

    I intentionally avoided going to the Boneyard. Hung out at a safe place instead. Well… safe for me anyway. A visitor saw the still open wound on my cheek and removed the venom I did not know Ravenwoman had used. But to remove it, I had to let go of the notion that Ravenwoman was…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-02.02

    I offered Top Hat Spider a nom de plume. “Reginald?” He rejected it completely. “Ha! No.”

  • Ask Keri: Faux Snake?

    Anon inquired: “Did you ever figure out who Faux Snake was?”

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-02.01

    Notes: Ravenwoman pulled me into the Boneyard. We had words. She commanded the ravens to tear me apart. I chose not to fight them but to allow them to do as they willed. One of the largest perched on me and did nothing else. More words. I saw something in a nearby pyre and understood…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-01.01

    I need a night to recover from last night. I’m more tired waking up than when I went to bed! And more than a little concerned. I did not answer Ravenwoman’s summons. I went to see the Svartalf instead.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-31.02

    So, it finally sunk in what y’all readers have known since No Man showed me my bones were on fire. It took a hideous hot flash that didn’t feel like a hot flash, while standing directly under an air conditioning vent for me for the truth to sink past all my Uncomfortable Thought defenses and…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-31.01

    I was walking up the steps to a temple hewn from stone. Every possible surface had skulls sitting there. Human skulls, everywhere. I stood at the top of the stairs, surrounded by human skulls, watching the Petitioner approach. I was watching her with disdain and disgust. How dare she come here! She who sees yet…