Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dear Problematic Followers

    This morning, I thought more on the unfortunate comments and found myself quite angry about the situation. The god in question doesn’t matter. The devotee picked on, doesn’t matter. Neither one of those Anons were thinking of this. They saw someone behaving in a manner they did not agree with and took it upon themselves…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-06-05.01

    “You mention being suddenly aware of the multitude of divination devices around you in the Waking. Have you considered you are also suddenly acquiring ancestral spirits?” Snake turned the statue slightly, squaring it with the shelf. “She’s not…” “Nearly every European, and Americans of European descent, can trace a genetic lineage to Charlemagne.” “And Africa…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-06-04.01

    Playing with Puppy in the Gardens, followed by Tumblring in my dreams. Again. 936 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-06-03.01

    Returning to the corridor was easy. I had to make the willful choice to return to the entity. The hallway darkened as before. The hallway smelled like a freshly cleaned rifle still. The material felt neither stone nor metal still. The hallway ended at a pitch black expanse as before. “I am Weaver. Who calls…

  • A Raven’s Mercy

    The clatter of bones from beyond the mounds told me I wasn’t the only bipedal creature headed somewhere. The further I went, the more quiet the ravens with me, and the more heavy the air was. This was definitely a formal affair I was going to. If I wasn’t already in the Boneyard, I’d say…

  • All The Way Down

    “What the fuck was that?” My voice was mine, but it sounded distant. He splashed a hand in joy. “Your journey. You tell me.” His face was red from the sun, but no brightness would ever shadow his eyes. “I… I don’t know.” I recovered my wits and smiled dangerously. “Show me again.” 1,119 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-06-01.01

    “But it… this particular spirit, this espirito, reached out to you personally, based on blood?” He touched the screen and scrolled through the data. The tablet responded normally. “What’s left to do?”618 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-31.01

    “Is that all it takes to make you think you are worth something to me?” Kir regarded me with kir large eye. “I use you. I taught you how to use this place, for what you cast off feeds my plants. Even now, as you are lying there on the stone, my plants take from…

  • I Want To Know

    A few folks from the table behind me not so gently nudged me forward. “Now, you be a good girl, prolly for the first time in y’life, and come up here and kiss my glass for good luck. Don’t worry about keeping up with us. We gotta worry ’bout keeping up with you.” I came…

  • A Match in a Methane Pit

    It was a short pause, but it was long enough for me to completely regain my composure. “I don’t have any sway in the Pop Culture Paganism wars. I’ve been silent intentionally. Not my monkey, not my circus. Two of you know exactly where I am about this.” I released my grip on the cup.…