Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-20.01
I sat in the lair for most of the night. Snake had gone off to start some shit attend to private matters. I had already resolved to go alone back to the Path of Vau, even leaving the beads behind. He and the beads had helped me recover, but I felt I was at risk…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.03
I was concerned for a friend, and wanted to drop by and check on kir. But instead of walking up to their door, I walked into a science lab. A large containment unit with clear glass walls barely seen behind white metal sheilding was along one side. A bank of instrumentation was next to it,…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.02
When I opened my eyes, I was on the Path of Vau. Snake was not with me. There was only me and the crowned and throned figure before me. His eyes were open. The whites of his eyes were like glowing silver. The iris was as dark as his throne, as dark as the bridge,…
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Twelve Witnesses
Never mind the why and how, but I have fourteen cowrie shells to my name that I can not give away, sell, or dispose of. The shells have garnered interest from various folk and Folk so I decided I might as well learn how to use them in my troubles travails and workings. Because of…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.01
“It is a key keeper’s right to bestow a copy of his key on anyone he wishes. But this practice – a phenomenal rite – is hardly ever performed. To receive a copy of the key means to have its imprint seared into your hand. Holding that branded replica over the front lock miraculously parts…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-18.02
I am trying not to take everything I encounter in terms of Black and White. Some shit is just starting. Some shit has been rolling for ages. I’m just the FNG here. Madame Patron has shown kirself to be a pain in the ass, but not necessarily an enemy. Yet. Ke knows where my boundary…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-18.01
There was Las Vegas, and a glorious hotel suite, and oysters flown in from an oyster farm (preferred over wild oysters because these were farmed in the Kobe style, producing a superior taste while allowing wild stocks to replenish), and wines, and beer, and staff attending to my every word, and luxury, and Damn I…
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Ask Keri: You see, but you do not understand.
Q: I have to admit I agree with Snake. You have said so yourself in some places: You see, but you do not understand, and did you not say in one of your earlier posts about crossing the abyss being linked to finding yourself? From what I can see you tend to only pay attention…
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Dream Journal: 2013-05-17.01
Weaver prepares to attempt the Path of Vau once more. But doubt undoes her and she withdraws lest the undoing is complete.1,193 words.
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Once More With Feeling
The beads are a familiar heavy weight on my arm. He questions why I don’t have them tucked in a pocket this time. “Touch is the first sense I was able to recover when I arrived in the Abyss. When we… I… was in floating parts of flesh and thought, those things that were physically…
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