Nice cool weather, makes me glad I have these paint suits after all. I close the truck door behind me and stretch complaining joints. Another day, another dollar, another job to do. Somebody actually bought the old warehouse and now they have hired me to paint it. All the interior work has been done, rooms and offices created in the empty space. Plumbing and sinks where wanted and where required. But despite all the professional crews the new owners hired to remodel the building, little jack-of-all-trades me was hired to paint it. Can’t figure out why. Continue reading “Dream: Paint”
The first time I saw her, was the summer of 2008. I was in the middle of a lucid dream, dealing with some (more) troubling issues when my shadow lifted off the floor and shuddered into existence. She wore my face and my body but at the time, she felt as different and as separate from me as my flesh and blood sister. She glanced at me then returned her attention to the darkness beyond my field of view.
“You know, if you’re going to be serious about this business of occult forces, you need to start learning how to shield and protect yourself.” She took a few steps past me, staring into the impenetrable darkness. Continue reading “Dream Denizen: The Bow Wielder”
This afternoon I “fell into the pit”. Instead of allowing my darkening thoughts to spiral me into further depression, I used Twitter as an escape vent and directed the self-hatred there. I surprised myself with being able to rhyme so neatly on my feet. Continue reading “The Mirror”
I’ve noticed a trend here. All my dreams start with me waking up from sleeping!
“Corporal! Corporal! What do we do?” Fuck, I was supposed to be sleeping. Why is this private pulling on my sleeve? And where is the sergeant?
“Corporal! We’re under attack!” Okay, I’m awake now. I sit up fully in my chair and glance at the clock. Another two hours before my shift begins.
“Where is the Sergeant?” I’m trying to get my bearings, trying to shake off the fog of sleep and remember what I should do. I leave the chair and get my helmet. “Well, where is he? That bastard better not be shagging another punk bitch!”
Continue reading “Dream: A Turn of Events”
“Yes, I heard about the new blog at Patheos with black Pagans. Excuse me, I have an insecurity to cover up.”
@Philosarific, asked me (tongue-in-cheek) what was I wearing in response to that tweet. He probably has no idea the emotional cave-in that resulted from such a tiny tap. “I’m tripping over my shame again, aren’t I.”, was my reply. Continue reading “Rant: Black Enough?”
I know this blog (and the series of Facebook Notes it replaced) was started up with a focus on dreams. But here I am, over a year after I started writing and sharing them, and things have changed.
My magic, my faith, and my focus has changed. Continue reading “Diary: It’s About Time”
The iris of the Eye of Horus is colors, flashing colors, and the inverse of colors. The pupil of the Eye of Horus is always the inverse of the iris.
I look upon it and the splendor forces me to look away let I am destroyed by the gaze. I look upon it again with my eyes, and again the splendor forces my eyes to the ground. I leave my eyes behind, and can look upon the Eye of Horus clearly. Once I leave my blinded eyes behind, I see my Eye is Blue.
Continue reading “I, Eye”