Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • The Mirror

    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.

  • Dream: A Turn of Events

    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…

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  • Rant: Black Enough?

    “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,…

  • Diary: It’s About Time

    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.

  • I, Eye

    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…

  • Dream: So Many Mysteries

    Would you believe I have a hard time keeping a magical diary? I found I had so little to write about. Me, not having anything to write. Heh. That may change in the near future. Earlier this morning, I had the sudden vision of a yoni in the shape of a vesica. Don’t ask me…

  • Dream: To See

    My dear companion, open your eyes. Come see, come see, we are near our destination. Yes, I have stopped the camels. Yes, it is before the dawn. Yes, the air is cold. But now is the time to see. Here, wear my robe. I feel no chill. Here, wear my sandals. I would walk on…

  • Dream: The Apostate

    The ride to the cathedral was uneventful. I had dozed off and awoke only when the gentle rhythms of the freeway was replaced by the jerks of the unmaintained road. My friend’s face was very grim. His jaw set as tight as his fists on the leather wrapped steering wheel. It was bothering him that…

  • Lexicon: Bees

    My emphasis on bees in the preamble of the previous post has caused a bit of confusion. Was “Mother” a bee? No. She appeared as a mutant mix of spider, beetle, and praying mantis. And while she is definitely a hive queen, she is no bee. If anything, her behavior was more wasp related. What…

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