Tag: memories
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-06.01
I was in the Anglican church again. Neutral ground between me and El as our drama had unfurled in a definitively American context. He manifested as a source of brilliant golden white light with no edges. I turned away to face the door not in fear, but in respect to the master of the house…
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Dream Journal: The Drum Waits
Once upon a Christian faith, I was the hand-drummer for the church band. Couldn’t swing a drumstick without hitting myself in the eye, but I could make a djembe weep. The church band did not seek adding a hand drum as part of the permanent set, viewing such instruments with a barely concealed suspicion. (It…
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Spirit Journal: 2016-07-13.01
The past is reaching. And touching. An album I first heard when deeply Christian came up on shuffle. I’ve bought it three times and threw it away twice from the exhortations of my church going peers. I ripped it, deleted the rip, and found I had the rip backed up in several spaces. While I…
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Spirit Journal: 2016-07-10.02
There are several years that I do not remember. When I try to review them, the scenes skip past like a high speed train. There is color. There is sound. There is movement. And not a damn detail. Terrible things happened to me in those blocks of years. I believe I chose to forget the…
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Dream Journal: 2014-01-22.02
Keri is burdened by a memory, and sharing it is the only way to release her from its grip. A tale from her Christian days that gives a visceral example of why she is so distrusting of angels now. 1,579 words.
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Breaking The Chain
Suddenly, I felt a shift around me, and saw I was in the lair I shared with Snake. Of course. This is “home” in the Dreaming, after all. A reptilian tongue licked at the air around me. I turned to see Snake in a new anthropomorphic form. This new shape resembles Egyptian depictions. I’m hoping…
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Sunday Scribblings #287: “Present”
As a child, I had rich Christmases. Each year the gifts were more elaborate and more expensive than the year before. Games and dolls and toys and gadgets to keep me occupied. But I never got what I really wanted. I saw them all as flashy noisy bribery to keep me out of the way.