Tag: angel
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Courage, Trust, and Openness
The way my angelus aspect stood behind my seated form mirrored the way the black armored angel stood behind [the Bow-Wielder]. I held the wood beaded rosary I had restrung. She held a shiny black beaded rosary similar to the one I had sent away. “Years ago, you said I was a terrible Christian, and…
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Spirit Journal: 2017-05-05.01
The clouds looked brushed across the morning sky as if by a great hand with greater sweeps. I thought nothing of them as I merged onto the freeway on my way to work. An idle brain does idle things, and clouds were made for wishes anyway, so no wonder I started to see patterns in…
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Path of Daleth: Epilogue
Angel. Their appearance hit softly against my senses. Just hard enough for me to identify them, just soft enough for me to be aware I was not in conflict with them. I flinched anyway.
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Spirit Journal: 2017-04-19.01
I wasn’t reaching for an answer. I wasn’t reaching for an acknowledgement. I wasn’t reaching for confirmation or a rebuttal or a rebuke or a reason. I just wanted to “stretch”. The only way to recover old skills long dormant is to use them again, after all. I had no expectation of actually doing anything.…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-04.01
*blink*
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Dream Journal: 2015-11-10.01
“I was promised. I’m calling it.” The Shenanigans Rosary was gripped tight in my raised right hand. The Black Rosary was draped loosely but securely over my hanging left hand. “The promise given to you will be honored but will not be taken advantage of. You are bound by it just the same as I.”
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Dream Journal: 2015-07-10.01
A short dream from last night. Quite straightforward and no (obvious) woo involved, but that it has stuck with me despite the chaos of the day usually means I’m missing something in plain sight. As the dream opens, I’m at work, having picked up my purse for some reason. In the purse were two rosaries,…
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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: 2014-08-12.01
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…
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Dream Journal: 2014-07-27.01
chirotus replied to your post:I sneezed while my hand was on the mouse and just… Omens and portents That would be last night’s dream of me assembling various tools and devotional items for other people. Occasionally the god(s) or guiding spirit(s) of the person whose tool I was working on would stop by to adjust…