Spirit Journal: 2017-04-19.01

I wasn’t reaching for an answer. I wasn’t reaching for an acknowledgement. I wasn’t reaching for confirmation or a rebuttal or a rebuke or a reason. I just wanted to “stretch”. The only way to recover old skills long dormant is to use them again, after all. I had no expectation of actually doing anything.

What mattered is that I tried to do anything at all. Isn’t there a saying that “God will meet you halfway if you only but try.” ? Continue reading “Spirit Journal: 2017-04-19.01”

Dream Journal: 2017-04-17.01

*profuse bitching about the consequences of profuse bitching goes here*

Dreamt I was on my way to help a friend with a ritual, but to get to his ritual room, I had to pass through a hallway lined with altars and shrines. I kept my hands to myself as I went and listened to a mutual friend identify who each table was dedicated to solely by the things on the table.

The mutual friend stopped me at a pair of small tables so close together the covering cloths were touching. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-04-17.01”

Spirit Journal: 2017-04-16.01

The theme of Nature versus Nurture comes up a lot in my writings lately. Not all of my dreams involving conflict between established traditions (Nurture) and personal abilities (Nature) are mere flights of fantasy. My immediate relatives reject me based on lack of a shared culture that was intentionally denied me (Nurture), but my ancestral chain going from Great Aunt Mabel™ and up are reaching out and seizing me anyway (Nature).

There is a lot to be said for initiatory traditions, sincere initiations, and formal education in paths, histories, and workflows that keep a (sub)culture alive. But a good number of those avenues are closed off to me, either by malicious intent or lack of disposable income. There is no “nurturing” to be had. I’m on my own. Continue reading “Spirit Journal: 2017-04-16.01”

Spirit Journal: 2017-04-15.01

Last night was going to be the night I make my next formal attempt to scale the Holy Mountain. Self work that I thought was going to be just a couple nights of wishful thinking and patting myself on the back for being so daring and explorative had turned into weeks of rescuing my shattered and forgotten soul pieces from the past, present, and implied threats from the future.

I had forgotten all about ascending the Holy Mountain, to be honest, as another desire arose with the recovered pieces to take priority over the expression of pride I had mistaken for progress.

Unity. Continue reading “Spirit Journal: 2017-04-15.01”

Dream Journal: 2017-04-15.01

Dreamt Hell had frozen over and I managed to attend a pagan con. There was a clash of cliques in one of the hallways and I got caught in the crowd that assembled to watch the catfight. As I struggled to move away from the knot of bruised egos, I was able to overhear enough of the verbal weaponry to understand the core of the conflict.

A fight over bloodlines usually ends with blood spilled. I had no desire for any of that promise to be fulfilled with any of mine. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-04-15.01”

Dream Journal: 2017-04-14.01

I dreamt that I slept. No shit. Straight up, that’s it. My spirit perched on the head board of my bed in the form of a crow and watched my body sleep soundly for eight fucking hours. It returned to my flesh in the microsecond between the phone screen lighting up as the time app marked the hour of the alarm and the sound of the alarm beginning.

I saw my body’s movement quirks and heard 2am farts and waited out the time peacefully and in abiding solitude.

It felt like a preparation and this afternoon I received some news that made me grateful for the down time.

I’m ready. Let’s go.

Dream Journal: 2017-04-10.01

I sat down to further pull apart resurfacing memories and feelings. I looked down at my hands in my lap then looked up to see I wasn’t in my room anymore. [My Bow-Wielder aspect] sat across from me, holding my rosary in one hand and my surviving bible in the other. The Angel of the Lost Crucifix stood guard over her.

“I need another name for that bugger lurking over you.” Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-04-10.01”