She Continues
Whims of the Father. He laughed. “No, Father Time,” he said. “But he might as well be God. Cruelest force there is, that time. Never enough of it when you need it the most, then it drags on endlessly when you desperately need it to pass.” He put out the end of the cigarette. “The […] … Continue reading…Whims of the Father
Whims of the Father. He laughed. “No, Father Time,” he said. “But he might as well be God. Cruelest force there is, that time. Never enough of it when you need it the most, then it drags on endlessly when you desperately need it to pass.” He put out the end of the cigarette. “The […] … Continue reading…Whims of the Father
I’m reminded again how easily the mind can switch levels of perception—I’m out walking and—I’m channeling and aligning, and—click—K is there beside me vividly, and it’s almost actual. But—click—I paid too much attention of the—no, of a different kind, and it fell away like gossamer. The normal perception, conperception layers here are very persistent and […] … Continue reading…Click, Incarnation, Energy
I offered devotion to only the Morrigan last night, and she seemed much more Present, but that may result more from less split attention than anything else. Otherwise, She insisted I venture through the Door and into the Shores of the ___, and I headed via T to Ae’s court and estates. It was night […] … Continue reading…Back to the Shores, Feasting, Doors
I rited and med’d last night briefly, but I also discovered while doing ___ my giddy joy at not just culture jamming but weird little “faerie tricks” as ____ and _______ put it. Not malicious so much as weird, confusing, generating noise—midnight blue trigrams on black with nursery rhymes and people’s names on the other […] … Continue reading…Faerielands, Faerie Horses, The Shores
I think my source of anxiety I noted yesterday but forgot is professionalism and social— I think [on] self-shaping and self-imagining and godhood. I remember Promethea and the latest Promethea’s self-tapping of that force, that narrative via her research and imagining, I think, herself as Promethea. I continue to read The Invisibles, and I see […] … Continue reading…Self-Shaping, Promethea, The Invisibles
I rited last night. Primarily, I wanted to recenter and work on bridging. SS told me that the paths were important and that I should focus on understanding them. ShF and I spoke of the physical component of Presence, and I told him how I’d started to grow more conscious of it at [work]. It […] … Continue reading…Paths, The Shores, Practice Notes
I’m up at [café] on a Friday, finding myself otherwise free. I’m glad to say I framed the Morrigan blessing I received from Morpheus for supporting The Book of the Great Queen. I’ve placed it behind _______. On its own, it fills in on the altar nicely—the cherry wood frame working well, and I suppose […] … Continue reading…Icons, Presence, Old Geometries
It’s far too cold out to go outside right now, and I want to get at what I’ve been after. I dreamt I was trying to get out of a school, and I found _______, and I hugged her, and I gave her a piggy-back ride. It was warm and companionate—and although I couldn’t get […] … Continue reading…Dream, Gods, Spurrers
It’s far too cold out to go outside right now, and I want to get at what I’ve been after. I dreamt I was trying to get out of a school, and I found _______, and I hugged her, and I gave her a piggy-back ride. It was warm and companionate—and although I couldn’t get […] … Continue reading…Dream, Gods, Spurrers