Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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…
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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…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-13.01
If I hold still, maybe they won’t see me. I already knew that was a false hope, but until I could get my wits about me, I’ll take any hope I could get. All I cognitively knew was that I wasn’t in my room anymore, I wasn’t in my body anymore, I was surrounded by…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-12.01
The nightmare was just a repackaging of internal shit and external drama. Some wounds will never heal fully no matter how often I clean and salve them. Despite being lucid, none of my usual tricks brought the runaway mental train to a halt and I settled in for what was going to be another night…
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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…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-09.01
Expanding this jerky high-points outline into a full detailed rendering of the dream is going to take more time than I have to spare. I did not want to make this public, but the dream would not leave me until it was not only recorded, but exposed to the public. I do not know what…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-06.01
I was in the Anglican church again. Neutral ground between me and El as our drama had unfurled in a definitively American context. He manifested as a source of brilliant golden white light with no edges. I turned away to face the door not in fear, but in respect to the master of the house…
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Magic Journal: 2017-04-04.01
I understand now that neither Will nor Knowledge will get me past the flames. The answer is Desire and the lust must be for Union. If I give up, nothing really changes. This is a Bastard Path anyway and none of this is “real”. If I persist, if I ascend the Holy Mountain past that…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-04.01
*blink*
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Dream Journal: 2017-03-22.01
I found myself standing before at a small dinner table with only a setting for one placed despite the two chairs. I had been hoping for an audience with Great Aunt Mabel™, so I took the chair opposite the diner. Perhaps I will serve her tonight or help assist as a great-grandniece would be expected…
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