Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2016-12-03.01
Doing some light reading and coming across multiple references to St. Cyprian again. While I expect to find references with that book and that author, it has been a crescendo of unexpected references this past month to the point where I am about ready to defenestrate the next person, place, or thing, that makes another…
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Magic Journal: 2016-12-02.01
I don’t know where it came from. Don’t know what bundle it fell from. Don’t know whose hand had cut it. Don’t know what plant had sprung it. Don’t know why it was there. But there it was, in the middle of the hall, right in the middle of my path where I had walked…
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Magic Journal: 2016-12-01.01
Hail Mary, Queen of Heaven. Holy Light, cloaked with stars. Sustaining Love that warms fading embers. Hail Mary, Queen of Sorrow. Holy Tears that purify the waters. Mourning hands washing my heart clean. Hail Mary, Queen of Hope. Holy Mother, holding my hand. Sweet encouragement lifting me with the sunrise.
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-29.01
I only remember three scenes from the dream. It opens with me standing on an exposed mountainside.
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Dream Journal: Demon Brothers
Dreamt there were two brothers who were determined to become immortal. The elder had devised a scheme to transform himself into a demon, and then begin conquering the spirit realm to make himself even more powerful. The younger had tried to talk his brother out of it, but wound up going along in hopes that when…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-26.01
“Don’t worry, I’ll save you!” My guardian and I turned to watch the well-meaning villager attempt to charge uphill on the rocky path in ill-fitting armor. “Her foul magics won’t work on me!” My guardian and I looked at each other. There was no one here but us. “Begone, evil beast!” Out of curiosity, we waited…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-25.01
Early morning meditation. The vehicle isn’t so important this time as the obstacle I encountered. A ginormous single horizontal line appeared, stretching even into the edges of my peripheral vision. An eye opened and focused on me as it emanated waves of indignation, rage, and a desire to commit harm upon me if I did not…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-23.01
Remember my suspicions that “my” [Merciful Mother] Mary was something else wearing that face so I could interact with her and without fear? All the clues about her identity was written publicly. It just took sifting through two years of scattered shitposts to put them together. (The final clue was her insistence I meet her…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-21.01
Harlequin dragged my ass back to the night club. When I realized where I was at, I found I had already claimed one of the upper floor booths to sulk in. “Come down! Have some fun! You need to lighten up a bit!” My response started and ended with two familiar words. “Fuck you.”
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-20.01
It was a surprise gathering of “spirit workers” from all over the world and representatives of otherworldly entities. They all came to Harlequin’s nightclub but I was not yet lucid to recognize this. No more than any given two or three people knew the same language. When it came to spiritual matters, each had their…
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