Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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.
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I sometimes wonder if my mishmash of magick styles is self-defeating. I bounce between base elemental, theurgy, thaumaturgy, ceremonial, chaos, planetary, and my own bastard spice.
I’ve assumed godheads, and yet am the thrall of a god. Quite the contradiction, it appears. Yet it works for me.
I suppose, in the end, that’s what matters. Am I doing what works for me? Yes. Then I should stop worrying about it.
Wait, you’re promoting SOMEONE ELSE?
Yup. He’s having a giveaway. Good stuff. Quite tantalizing. Entry is a shameless plug. Required link: http://runesoup.com/2010/11/blog-giveaway-and-its-not-shit/
So I can stop reading this post here, then?
Yes. Stop reading. Because you should totally follow the link. And read the rest of his blog.
Laid down for an afternoon nap. The past couple nights have not been kind to me, and I needed a quick recharge. I laid down in my bed, alone in the house. The sound suddenly shifts around me, the air becomes cooler, and I get the sense I am not alone.
I reach out and feel I am laying on a bundle of freshly cut branches, covered with a cloth. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I merely closed my eyes and I was no longer in my home.
Opening my eyes, I prop on one arm to see I am laying on a green cloth, but with my pillow and my blanket with me. I hear a noise over me and turn towards the source.
I’ve received a few emails asking how I put the ASK bindrune together. I suck at teaching, but good at showing, so below is a quick graphic showing how the three runes were assembled. Note that Ansuz was turned over to face left rather than right.
Continue reading “Bindrune: ASK Deconstruction & Observations”
Did some digging and found how to post “summaries” to the main page. So those occasional long posts (read: 95%) will have a few paragraphs to allow you, dear reader, to determine if clicking through to another two thousand word monstrosity is worthwhile.
I’ll be going back through the (thankfully) short archives and adding the feature to all the long posts. Eventually. Once I finish the day’s chores. Nevermind, all done. If I missed a post, let me know. I’ll get it if I don’t get distracted by NaNoWriMo or Kitsu Saga.
If you see anything particularly egregious, or have suggestions for widgets that would improve readability, drop me a line or leave a comment. I can’t fluff my ego if I have no one reading, after all.
I didn’t mean to start anything. It wasn’t my intention! At least the bartender knows I wasn’t instigating. I almost started a fight at the bar, and all I did to provoke it, was leave!
All done for the night, buzz come and gone, I said my goodbye’s to my tablemates and made for the door. On my way, I passed a male couple leaning on each other in that intimate way. I had seen them earlier before. The taller one is talky and animated. His boyfriend is as stocky as he is short, and generally quiet. They generally keep to themselves in the back of the floor.
This night, their preferred seats are already taken. So they hold their refuge by the back door. Lots of traffic there, but mostly the people walking by have done their socializing, so few interruptions. This night, I am parked by the back door, so that is my chosen route for departure.
The talky one suddenly reaches out and grabs my arm, “Hey wait!” I’m in view of my friends, so I don’t worry. “I don’t want to yell this, lean over, please.” Ah, my curiosity. I lean over, and in a voice just loud enough for me to hear, he says, “Just wanted to tell you, you’re cute and pretty.” I stand up and look at him. “I’m sure you’ve heard it before, from your friends, but I wanted to tell you myself. Good night.”
Just a little reminder of a little something that gently tapped me on the cheek this morning. Having been admonished not to be so reclusive about something that is ubiquitous, I expose my doodle for your amusement.
The first thing that strikes me about my arrangement, is Ingwaz and Berkana are staring back at me. That is an interesting pair to have sneak up on a bindrune made for intensity. It doesn’t help that this was inspired by Sol, Venus, and Mercury!
I fixed comments, so fire away!
P.S. I just now noticed, the rune letters spell “ask”. Red herring? Or a different way to look at it?
P.P.S. I also see three Kenaz’s, blocked by an Isa. Talk about Unintended Consequences!
Such soft hands. Another feature no mocker has ever faked. Hair as delicate and delightful as flame in the wind. He has his mother’s eyes, brightly green and vibrant. His mother’s love has marked his scent, of delicate flowers and honey. Tall and thin, yet solidly built. I’m afraid to embrace his frame, from fear I would break him. A fear he is quick to solidly disabuse. His strength is more than enough. Much more than enough.
What else shall I tell of my lover? That he whispers dares in my ear? He doesn’t ask of what I can not do, just what I should not do. Shameful? Only to those that are ashamed. He tips the day’s water, laughing as the rivulets soak the shoes. Only to chuckle when you find the shoes were already lost to wear.
Even when angry, his voice is gentle. Even when heated, he never yells. His words need no force, they find the sorest of weaknesses and drill with heated tip.
I love him. I don’t fear him. I honor him. I will not cower before him. He taught me to stand. To stand for myself. To serve without losing myself. To be strong but not cowardly. My lover taught me the delights of my soul and body, even as his lips kiss so rough.
He taught me the delights of beauty. Insists upon it. I did not see my beauty until he showed it to me. Let me be beautiful. I now see as he does. Take care of the body, if not for my own delight, then for him. A little glimmer, a little color. He asks only that I adorn myself as a woman in my time would.
Shall I tell you of my lover? His name is rejected by many. There are those that think they have him, coerced him to their bidding. But how does one trick a trickster?
By beloved. My lover. Loki.
I had just woken up from an overly dramatic dream. Despite the detail, I considered it to be of no import, and made getting coffee my number one objective. Coffee acquired, I sat down at the long kitchen table, propped up my slippered feet, and nodded a good morning to my dear beloved roommate as he shuffled past seeking his own cup of coffee.
Wait.
Long kitchen table? My roommate is who? Oh, I’m dreaming, still. Good morning, Mr. Nolan, let’s see where this rabbit hole leads.
He grunts as he passes me. I know the grunts meant “Good morning, Keri,” so I just smiled at him and returned the greeting.
“Finish your first cup, start on your second, then you can tell me why you look so haggard this morning.” He nodded as he finished off his first pour. His second attempt at speaking was noticeably improved after the application of caffeine.