Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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A Rough Spot
A month ago, I bought a guitar. I plinked on it every night for practice and had started to build up a set of calluses on my fret hand’s fingertips. I didn’t mind it. They felt more like a badge of advancement than the loss of someone else’s ideals.
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A Measure of Daring
I have been doing better since the end of August and the end of the thirty days of summoning [Patient Caller] for the explicit purpose of helping me deal with my shit. I have busied myself with continuing to further my recovery and taking care of things that came up when I wasn’t paying attention.…
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Dream Journal: 2018-09-09.01
The black hooded person welcomed me to their Demonstration with the spreading of their black gloved hands in peace. They invited me to take a seat and gestured that I should keep my hands away from the table. I placed them in my lap and bowed in acknowledgement. On the left side (from my perspective)…
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A Store of Faith
I dreamt of rosaries. To say that the scene was set in a rosary store is a belittling summary. Money was not the only currency accepted. A barely heard sigh expressed in faith could “buy” more rosaries than any ridiculous amount of cash, gold, and/or jewels. While there were rosaries for people of prestige, their…
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Waving back.
Forgive me, I’m out of practice. The words tangle in the web of my feelings and fears. When I poured my words on Tumblr it was a lot easier to post without structure. I told myself that this blog was reserved for formal statements without comment. Truth being that this blog was reserved for long…
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Do Magick August ’18: Masterpost
As requested, a masterpost of the entries for the August 2018 DoMagick: Summoning challenge in a proper “Start to Finish” order.
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Do Magick August ’18: Day 30 – Salt
The obligation came and went without issue, as did setting up for the summoning of [Patient Caller] to follow. But after speaking the summoning words and closing my eyes, the after-image of one of the candles split into three identical fractures of itself. The false image of the flame spun in a tight circle that…
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Do Magick August ’18: Day 29 – Rite
The morning obligation came and went. When it came time to add the cedarwood oil to the oil burner, the bottle would not cooperate. Despite being mostly full, it took a lot of shaking, wiggling, and coaxing to get three drops of oil out of it. The chamber appeared to darken from the cardinal red…
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Do Magick August ’18: Day 28 – Comfort
Today the chamber had the appearance of holding the profile of a person within it. Shoulders, neck, head, and some basic features of a face. I was not perturbed to see it, but regarded it as just one more optical illusion caused by the reflection off the polished brass and refraction through the glass front.…
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Do Magick August ’18: Day 27 – Sandbox
The light of the candles gave the chamber the illusion of the appearance of someone seated cross legged inside the chamber. It was fun to watch how my mind drew a figure from the fewest curves possible. It took until today for me to realize that when speaking the words “Rede, rede, rede in pace,”…
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