Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-13.01
Was gonna post a little bit of my first encounter with the “Antler-Crowned, Green Masked Figure” in several years, but as I was scrolling through my broken dash (Fuck Recommended Posts on the mobile app. This shit is broken, Tumblr!), I came across a post that said too much of what I don’t want to talk about…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-12.01
I opened the door. The closed door waited in front of me.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-11.01
Nothing like being serenaded on a ride over the river. And by serenaded, I mean realizing the “song” are the muffled cries of lost souls, and by river, I mean the current of the dead. I was snuggled down in the prow of the small boat, well tucked in and comfortable. I peeked out from under…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-08.02
“Sacrifice.” That’s the “missing” Ingwaz rune to me. Not senseless sacrifice, though. It’s the sacrifice of the seed to the ground for the harvest later. It’s the sacrifice of the first born of the herd to assure the rest of the lambing season is prosperous. It is the sacrifice of something you have now, so…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-08.01
Dreamt Odin sat my obstinate ass down and grilled me on the Elder Futhark. I recited them coming and going but each time I thought I spoke them all, I counted only 23. (Fuck. Blum. And his blank rune, too.) “You’re missing something. Find it before someone else does.” Yes, Sir.
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-07.01
“You’re armed.” “I hide my strength from my enemies, and show my friends what will defend them.”
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-04.02
My back itched. The first sign that Esse was using the doll to call me. My mouth was filled with the taste of hot iron. He was pulling me quite hard. I closed my hand and the black iron axe became a black iron war-glaive that fit perfectly in my grip. I began to involuntarily…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-04.01
It started with a private tarot reading in the home of the client. While the deck’s message to the client was encouraging and only slightly chiding, the deck’s private message to me was I should go straight home at once and not look “to the left nor to the right”. As I was paid (in…
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Someone Else’s Story
“It’s like this see…” But you don’t see. The marks and squiggles bleed into knots. And the words are harsh against your ear. “And then, it happens…” But you remain unmoved. The epiphany never reveals itself. And the rocks gain a better understanding than you. “Once it’s all over…” But for you it never begun.…
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Hysteresis
Breathe in. Drown. The weightless flow of ageless time rushes in to fill my lungs until there is no room for air nor blood. Breathe in. Drown. The boundaries hemorrhage as the walls break apart and still my lungs are invaded until they burst inward. Cease. Fall. The soul dissolves in the flood of Before…
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