Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Quite Simple, Actually
The other day I managed to break the script the Fearless Legion followed in welcoming (and ejecting) me from their realm. While their commander brought the encounter to its predictable end (and in a snap, at that), I did not leave empty handed. If I was going to go through the Warring Fields of Geburah…
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Dream Journal: 2014-12-28.01
For several weeks now I have been trying to access the Warring Fields of Geburah in an attempt to retrieve [the dream version of] my wand from the Path of Teth. Each time I entered the fields, I am quickly ejected by a series of fists greeting my face. Not this time.
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Trust? I’ll think about it.
So Friday evening I had a wild ride and a spot of adventure, and I really don’t want to go into all the details but let’s just say that the overriding theme of the evening is “Trust”. Which is one of the things I have the damnedest of times doing. I don’t trust anyone. People.…
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Path of Teth update: 2014-12-21.01
Every time I set out to get my [dream version of the] wand back from the Path of Teth, something always fucking happens, and I am either kicked out of the process or prevented from even starting in the first place. This post serves no other purpose than to profusely bitch about it while laughing because…
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Dream Journal: 2014-12-21.01
I was the proprietor of a small witchy/occult/woo supply store that had all the usual stuff you’d expect and some stuff you wouldn’t expect and some stuff that if you had to ask if I had it, I didn’t have it, but if you knew I had it, it was for sale as long as…
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Dream Journal: 2014-12-15.01
Rummer John ran his fingers over the one token I must wear at all times. The mark of [the one] that crowns me. The one god that actually owns me. “So, Girl. Tell me about [certain future plans]. Are things still going to go as you think they are?”
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Dream Journal: 2014-12-09.01
He dipped and he twisted as he hopped around in the dark hut. I watched impassively as the straw garbed man managed to keep his balance despite the unwieldy wood mask covering his head. The long beak reminded me of Pacific Northwest emblems, but the eyes of the bird mask were of a toad while…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-21.02
I have been up since one in the god damn morning. Not because of the delightful thunderstorm that shook the foundations of the house overnight. No, that was a lullaby for me. Because the other occupants of the house had lost their everlasting mind upon being reminded just how loud weather can be for the…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-21.01
In the House of [the Moon], I submit a formal petition to the [Lord of the Moon]. To his annoyed chagrin, the [Lord of the Sun] enters to join the proceedings. Me: “I’m filing this petition for [Action]. I request that it be approved for [these reasons that are a mix of logical reasoning and…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-19.01
The mists part as I start to come to awareness. Dressed in Traveling clothes, I recognize I am dreaming the moment I open my eyes. How else could I explain the wall of glass before me. On my side of the glass was swirling wisps of shadows and drifting tendrils of darkness. From such stuff…
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