Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Idling: Idle Words

    Had to walk away from the keyboard for a few days. Rearrange some things. Still dreaming. Still using runes. Still throwing tarot. Still contemplating magic, magick, and what the fuck did I get myself into. Still writing poetry. Still writing the NaNoWriMo book. Still saying the wrong things to the wrong people at the right…

  • Dream: Best Laid Plans, Part 2 of 2

    Rigson starts verbally describing what Jack is adding to the “circle”. Inaudibly, I start laying down my own wards and protections. First I lay down a series of runes around me, mostly consisting of Ehwaz and a few others in repetition. A sudden inspiration forces me to call Elhaz as well, but not to protect…

  • Dream: Best Laid Plans, Part 1 of 2

    Names have been changed, some details altered and/or omitted… Besides, it’s only a dream. Much to do today, so here is part one of what I dreamt the early morning of November 10, 2010.

  • Tarot: CC "I’m screwed, tell me something new."

    Things have been… tumultuous… in my life lately. This morning’s audience with Jupiter being more a mere symptom than a continued cause. (His advice, on the other hand… oh boy.) I had a quiet moment during lunch and wanted to spread out tarot cards, but I had no space to do so. It’s good I…

  • Vision: Of Jupiter & Mars

    Greeting Sol this morning, basking in the sunshine while offering my adorations, I felt a distinct presence behind me. In a sudden moment of vision, the presence of Jupiter coldly stared at me. “You’ve been running again. Stop that. If you act in Fear, you will only harm yourself. If you act in Love, you…

  • 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.”

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • 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.…

  • 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…