Tag: Mercury
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-10.01
Mercury came for me, as threatened promised. I dressed formally but simply and was escorted to the Palace of Gold. The interior looked like a pretentious weaving of Imperial Rome, New York gaudiness, French extravagance, and the emptying of all the vaults in all the worlds. Gold. Midas would castrate himself just for a chamber…
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-06.02
It takes me a while to realize I am having a deep conversation about appearances, masks, expectations, and roles with the naked six-year-old boy with a golden sheen to his skin, sitting on a boulder so that we can face each other. His golden curled locks bounce when he nods to emphasize a point, and…