Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Protected: Diary: 20110330

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  • Dream Denizen: The Bow Wielder

    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…

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  • 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…

  • Protected: Diary: 20110314

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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…