Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-17.01

    I amended my Not Short backstory with Mary to adjust one of her descriptors. The word “ocean” is overloaded with meanings for me. There is the Ocean and there is the ocean. Both are bodies of water, but the former is a Power that uses the ocean as a metaphor for itself and as expression,…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-16.01

    I closed my eyes for five hot seconds and opened them in a beautiful cathedral. Sunlight sparkled in the various stained glass windows and illumined the hovering haze of incense and candle smoke. Statues looked down upon us mortals from every possible nook in silent contemplation and reflection. Old wooden pews, darkened by use and…

  • The Emerald Tablet (The Green Stone)

    (Isaac Newton’s translation) Tis true without lying, certain & most true. That which is below is like that which is above & that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing And as all things have been & arose from one by the mediation of one:…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-12.01

    Socheniel has often reminded me what gentleness is. That strength does not have to be abusive. That power does not have to crush. His blight-stained hands are soft. Just simply sitting beside him is a comfort. I keep forgetting just what Socheniel is. I have seen him in the robes of his office. I have watched…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-11.02

    While that (fucking) piece of malachite is as green as green can be, it is not the Green Stone that is to accompany the Red Deck. If for nothing else, the order of acquisition is wrong.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-11.01

    The first time my enemy sent me some serious shit, I stamped it “Return To Sender: Postage Due” and stuffed that shit with more densely compacted shit so that it would require a small loan to pay the carriage fees off. The second time my enemy sent me some serious shit, I went to my…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-08.01

    So the Bride, plucked from the homeless and the destitute (because no one will miss them) was cleaned up, dressed, and fed. I assisted with the clothes but broke the rules and told her what she would be facing. As punishment, I was tasked to wait for after the wedding so I could prepare her…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-07.01

    Things have been very slow over yonder. Some exploration, some introspection, but nothing intense. I described the lull as a Woo Hiatus. Yea, sure Weaver is running around with the magician’s coat but with a head of feathers, but then that’s just her two separate woo paths starting to (logically) converge. Since she’s officially neither,…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-05.01

    I dunno what to make of this dream where $Tumblrite1 takes me to task for writing such small summary interpretations of tarot cards when it is clear I read more into the cards than what I’ve admitted to. But $Tumblrite2 in reblogging to rebut $1, discovers a XSS vulnerability where the IMG tag can be…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-08-02.01

    The body of the Mother Of Spiders was larger than my torso. Her legs peeked out from under the half-height curtain she was “hiding” behind. The spider spray I had been given was not going to do anything to her but moisturize the shiny hairs on her abdomen. «It’s okay. Spray me anyway. Let her…