Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Prose: Because I Had Dared To Go
Full of coffee, empty of waking I hear in echo a longing Half ‘membered voice touches within “Come, it’s time to go, to go. Come, it’s time to go.”
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Fixing Things: I Can See Clearly Now
Changed the template and color scheme. Increased contrast between text and background. Changed font. Still the same ol’ drivel, however. Just easier for the brain to recognize how bad it is.
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Dream: Verdant Mound
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…
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Idling: Vain Worry
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.…
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Dream: Breaking The Bindrune
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…
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Fixing Things: This Place Be Jumping!
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…
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Idling: Thoughts on my Lover
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…
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Dream: Green
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…
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Dream: Just Another Face
I was in the dverg’s chamber again. It is really a chamber he had made for me, a gift of sorts. He had first brought me here when he taught me a healing sleep during a migraine. He calls it my chamber, I call it his chamber. Laying on the dirt bed, I was shivering…
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