Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2016-08-29.01

    I sat down. I looked up. Before me the Bright Queen in the Dark Hall sat upon her throne of shadows. I was thankful I was here in spirit, because I surely would have shat my pants upon realizing where I was if here physically. “Your Grace…” I bowed, still seated on the glass polished…

  • Spirit Journal: 2016-08-27.01

    The hillside spirit barely acknowledges my presence as I throw my Speed Limit + 10mph greeting out the window. (I’m still moving slow. The fast lane is usually cruised at SL+25.) Not surprisingly, really, as the crops under its guardianship are growing aggressively and the workers are often in the fields taking care of business.

  • Four Little Words

    I have been having a rough shit of a time these past several weeks. When depression is at an eleven, I go silent. Y’all have heard all my crying before, so why repeat the tune? Some days hours minutes it feels like I don’t even have the power nor the ability to breathe. All I…

  • Dream Journal: 2016-08-02.01

    The lights went out. Great. *stumble* *stumble* *STUB* Ow! The lights came back on. Wait. I’m not in my room anymore.

  • Dream Journal: 2016-07-31.01

    “You know the Tower’s fate.” “I do.” “And still you want in there? To join the doomed?” “… I do. Kinda.”

  • Dream Journal: 2016-07-30.01

    I walked into a private back room of a someplace bar expecting to catch up with some esoteric friends for beer and/or shenanigans. (Beer optional. Shenanigans required.) They had a tagalong in the form of a Me Too guy who wanted to catapult himself into the upper echelon of our not-a-coven gatherings. He identified me…

  • The Sanctuary of The Nine

    Of those nine cards, eight have come to pass. And they’re right. I’ve been taking on too many +1 projects, tasks, and errands. The backwards run through the Tarot Deck of Major Doom has served as a cleaning of the slate and a welcome reset. All chasing of wild goose chases have ceased. Certain questions…

  • Dream Journal: 2016-07-22.01

    I dreamt I helped many people find their proper doors and pass through them, but I could not find mine.

  • Dream Journal: 2016-07-21.01

    Last night, I dreamt I was squatting by a campfire on the ocean shore, laying down tarot cards. The cards were visually from one specific deck, but it felt like it could have been any deck.

  • Dream Journal: 2016-07-17.01

    Lunch time was over, and I was waiting at the red light for the usual traffic shuffle on my way back to work. In the lane to my left, a gentleman in a faded black 1940’s truck was doing the same. Heavy traffic in our direction meant we were both stuck in place as the…

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