Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • muse

    write and do not stop until after the world has ended and has been reborn anew

  • Then It Hit Me

    “So you feel disconnected from everything? Like you have no place where you belong? Start with your back yard! Connect with the land. It will teach you what to do.” A frequent response to my lament of losing old support structures and being unsure of new ones. My formal rejection of Christianity made me vulnerable.

  • First Fruit

    I went to the gods To the wheel To the forge To the very gates And shook my fist With yells and cries and shouts of defiance

  • A Reminder About The Note

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  • Jumping The Asymptote

    Sitting at a table in some nondescript place. The only thing I knew about it was I wasn’t home. There is a ceiling over my head, but I could be inside a closed room, or outside under a gazebo. It really didn’t matter. All that mattered right then, was I am sitting at a table.

  • Tick & Tock

    On the left side of my room A clock ticks the passing seconds On the right side of my room A second clock tocks the passing seconds

  • The Maddening

    Such longing it drives me to barely restrained sighs that conceal the depths of trembling pain in my bones

  • Who’s Telling This Anyway?

    I have been warned, that I have been making myself too transparent in my writings. Too many details about my inner self, my workings, and my ecstatic path. I have become a Mystery Cult of One with many anthropologists camped outside my hut, ready to pull apart my fetishes the moment I set them down.

  • Audacious

    This is your place. Sit here. Sit there. Sit at my feet and hold them. No. I will stand.

  • Just For You, Keri

    “So, I hear you’re looking for something audacious to do.” My eyes open gently at the words. I am sitting cross-legged on the ground. A black feathered cloak is draped over my shoulders and wrapped around me. I had been in a different headspace and was now confused by my surroundings. I saw I was…