Anyone figure out if AlphaInventions has a working optout? I’d rather not have my stuff in someone else’s frame. The site skews my reader statistics and completely fails the smell test.
I just received word a close family member of mine is being haunted by the apparition of a cat. A particular cat with particular markings. The way the story was told to me, was with a heavy serving of “Do something about it.” I almost had a few objects thrown at my head when my first response was, “Does he have a guilty conscience about something? Emotional issues or recent mental instability?”
Had to walk away from the keyboard for a few days. Rearrange some things. Still dreaming. Still using runes. Still throwing tarot. Still contemplating magic, magick, and what the fuck did I get myself into.
Still writing poetry. Still writing the NaNoWriMo book. Still saying the wrong things to the wrong people at the right time.
I didn’t realize how much of a rut I had gotten myself into, until I decided to walk a different path for a while.
So, for you guys (and gals (and others)) that have become concerned, worried, upset, and/or shoved out of the comfort zone of my predictability… y’all should have known better.
Rigson starts verbally describing what Jack is adding to the “circle”. Inaudibly, I start laying down my own wards and protections. First I lay down a series of runes around me, mostly consisting of Ehwaz and a few others in repetition. A sudden inspiration forces me to call Elhaz as well, but not to protect myself, but to protect those around me from any violence on my part.
I know candles have been added to the room. I can smell the burning wax. Various incense is being burned. I get whiffs of different scents swirling from different burning points. I can hear Jack intoning in a strange and difficult tongue. This all helps to push me deeper, downward, within.
Names have been changed, some details altered and/or omitted…
Besides, it’s only a dream. Much to do today, so here is part one of what I dreamt the early morning of November 10, 2010.
Things have been… tumultuous… in my life lately. This morning’s audience with Jupiter being more a mere symptom than a continued cause. (His advice, on the other hand… oh boy.) I had a quiet moment during lunch and wanted to spread out tarot cards, but I had no space to do so.
It’s good I have the Beautiful Tarot app on my
timewaster toy iTouch . I threw down a Celtic Cross, thinking I’ll save the image and dwell over it as the day progresses. Give my subconscious something to hook onto, then drag it back to the surface this evening (or in a lucid dream tonight).
Greeting Sol this morning, basking in the sunshine while offering my adorations, I felt a distinct presence behind me. In a sudden moment of vision, the presence of Jupiter coldly stared at me.
“You’ve been running again. Stop that. If you act in Fear, you will only harm yourself. If you act in Love, you will grow regardless of results.”
Fixated by the sun’s rays, I could not turn to face the planet’s presence. But I had to ask. “What am I running from?”
“I have a fierce temper, I try to keep it locked down.” The scars on my knuckles speak volumes.
“No, you run from it in Fear of harming others. Confront your Fear.” The inaudible voice is cool and calm.
“And how might I do that?”
“There is help, you have only to ask.” The presence of Jupiter fades. Before me, somewhat offset of the sun, I feel another planetary presence bloom. Mars.
Oh hell. Talk about fighting fire with fire. This should be an interesting day.
Full of coffee, empty of waking
I hear in echo a longing
Half ‘membered voice touches within
“Come, it’s time to go, to go.
Come, it’s time to go.”
Changed the template and color scheme. Increased contrast between text and background. Changed font.
Still the same ol’ drivel, however. Just easier for the brain to recognize how bad it is.
This dream occurred in the afternoon of March 5th, 2010. It is my first entry to the Birch Grove, the same where I broke the bindrune. A close friend remarked, in that rendition, I appeared oddly vulnerable. I certainly feel vulnerable posting this. But the writing has remained tucked away long enough, and now demands to be revealed. In time, I’ll move the rendition to the proper posting date.