Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream: OMG Snake!
It’s dark. I’m stumbling around. I know I’m dreaming, but I have no control here. I try to jump to the various “staging” areas of my dreamscapes, but I’m stuck fast. There is an up and a down, a semblance of gravity that holds me to the unseen ground. But there are no compass points,…
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A Public Answer
Dear Person castigating me for (re)turning to “low magic” & “demigod enslavement”; Who the fuck are you to tell me how to orbit? If you’re so high advanced as your email pretends, then you’d know we all have to travel through shit before getting to the temple. I am where I need to be in…
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Burning The Jersey
I’ll talk about myself until the sun sets, rises, and sets again. But when talking of someone else, I am hesitant. Even more so when death is involved. I have wondered if I should put this post behind the password wall. Or even if I should post it publicly at all. The identity of the…
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Because Someone Asked: “Three Ways to Describe Loki”
Funny the things you find when you read the back pages. Or in this case, server logs. Someone found my site using these words in Google: “What are three different ways to describe Loki” I had a quick chuckle, then proceeded to more important issues. But the question stuck with me. And of course, because…
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A Drop of Opal
As some of you may know, I have a… rocky… relationship with my mother. Things have deteriorated to the point where I have to assume anything that comes from her hand has a hidden trap ready to spring and draw blood. It was during one of our more vicious interactions I was made painfully aware…
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Just One Lie
Many years ago, I worked in a train yard. One night during my probationary period, I was tested in what was supposed to be just a matter of stubborn will. I had to pick up a crew from this train over there and be given conflicting directions by the conductor and engineer to see how…
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Just A Quote
“Leilah Publications” posted this post and comment last night on Facebook. I still had Ravenwoman in the forefront of my thoughts, and the mess of contradictions she had presented. His words pierced the darkness she left behind. During ordeals of psychological, physiological, and spiritual fitness, the soul finds itself with nothing, utterly stripped and naked;…
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Some New Old Stuff
Cleaning out some unnecessary files, I came across a dream archive I had posted at a forum a few years back. When my participation on the forum went south, I made a backup of the posts and filed them away. Because the writeups have been posted to their original dates, they will not show up…
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Idling: Late Night Musings
Just a lot of little things that would probably be more suited for a tumblr account, if I had a tumblr account, than for the loquaciousness a full blog encourages. No, I’m not making a tumblr account. That’s what the “Idling” category is for.
Got any book recommendations?