Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Home Is Where The Coffee Is

    The night was not pleasant. Too many distractions built up from the week meant I didn’t recognize calls and tells until after the window for answering them had closed. My sense of disconnection deepens and I fear I have recognized my errors too late to remedy them. All night I had dreams of a wanderer…

  • Winner’s Remorse

    January was full of revelations. I always knew I was being played by “The Spirits”, but finding out just how far the game went really fucking hurt. The degree to which the things I took for granted were just smoke and mirrors meant to distract me made me despondent. Whole fortresses were revealed as vain…

  • Help In Any Form

    I’m still sorting through the stuff I brought with me during the move. Work and commute during the week left me very tired after work and the weekends never had enough hours to take care of everything, so I still have four banker boxes of old paperwork to sort through. It’s not helping that the…

  • Dream Journal: 2018-01-14.01

    I had barely closed my eyes when Malphas1 was upon me.

  • Dream Journal: 2018-01-11.01

    I fell through a thousand worlds. Through winters and summers. Through solid rock and open skies. Silks and furs and iron couldn’t hold me. Plastics and biofilms and networks couldn’t catch me. I had no place in any of them. I fell through a thousand worlds in the blink of an eye and landed on…

  • Dream Journal: 2018-01-07.01

    A phone is ringing. I pick up the nearest handset, but the ringing continues. It is the wrong handset.

  • Do Magick September ’17: The Patience of a Beginner

    As requested, a masterpost of the entries leading up to, including, and following the DoMagick: Beginner’s Mind challenge in a proper “Start to Finish” order:

  • Dream Journal: 2018-01-01

    I have had the stone for a while. Esse, once called “The Svartalf” in my earlier writings, had claimed it to be a key for entering spaces he had set aside for me. But after I successfully took the doll back from him two years ago, I interacted less and less with him until by…

  • A Last Look at 2017

    I started 2017 physically struggling but spiritually sound, and I am ending 2017 physically sound but spiritually struggling. As of this post, it has been all of seven days since my daughter [Dter] and I moved out of the family home into our own apartment. If it were not for the influence of, instigation by,…

  • Standing in the Forest

    So. Dter and I have moved into our apartment, rescued all of our stuff, and are recovering from the physical and mental shenanigans required to do so in the three frantic days that followed last week’s declaration of independence from my family. tl;dr = We’re okay.

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