She Continues
Sometimes, aligning works. Othertimes, I feel like I’m pushing against blocks or aren’t connecting. This morning—and I’ve been far better about daily practice than I had a while back—I aligned, and I felt meh about it. I then recalled I wanted to send Y out on business. I began an act of power, and in […] … Continue reading…Practice, The Flow, Trance
On my walk today, I reflected and aligned and chatted with Y. The previous night, I dreamt—no, as I tranced into the Dark Wood, as I moved along the path, I had a sense of the enchantment process. We often draw down elthil into objects for various ends, and as I moved, I had a […] … Continue reading…Anger, Paths, Breathing
I—last night was odd, but today was also strange. I felt—I feel that the Otherworlds are closer than ever before, that I am more immersed in them, but also to the near world, into Haisuith. I aligned in my new way, interiorizing it, and I’m still adapting. It feels like I’ve reached some new level, […] … Continue reading…TTL, Dream, Guidance
I rited tonight, and I always underestimate the Guardians until I’m talking to them. BM always leaves me prone because I connect back to her and to the greater realities, but also I reconnect to myself. I disconnect during my day, pull away from the world and, in doing so, I pull away from and […] … Continue reading…The Guardians, Presence, Self-Love
I saw the wind blow oak leaves from trees like a shower of gold in to the autumn sunlight, and I felt panic for the trees, losing so much so fast—I felt sadness that soon the trees would be bare—no soughing, only the wind against my ears—and wonder at the sight of the rain that […] … Continue reading…Old Poetries, Faerie, Finds
The skies are where I want to rise to, to climb Elethis into the skies. But the land also calls to me,—I want to explore them both, touch and hug the tress, soar through the clouds, walk the land to the sea—and I would even touch the waters, drink and swim. Hmm. I still feel […] … Continue reading…Align, Materialize, Sex, Shape
I dreamt of Doctor Who and computers last night. I think I had glimpsed last night’s revelations on noticing how free and magical I felt in admitting to myself—, in calling down the blue rainbow light, the faentaur, in letting myself change and immerse myself in it and the Otherworlds and ôl-vala, in wanting and […] … Continue reading…Practice, Goddess Being, Art & Magic
I dreamt last night of the warrens—I had gone into them with K for a bit to—feel them out. They were vague and hard to see, but I tried to look into where I had dreamed the night before, and I was aware vaguely of others being present—otherwise, I ventured back above and into the […] … Continue reading…Warrens, Hurur, Trance
Bruno talks of the “subject” or “locus”—the domain of the Memory Palace, where you assemble it in the mind or Otherworlds. This locus becomes one’s astral temple—but I think the variable valences of “memory” that Bruno points towards are very pertinent. (I would feel very lost without my recent grounding in GD, c.m., CM, aesthetic […] … Continue reading…Bruno, Light, Passion
I was put on the path to walk to Corunor last night, though I fell asleep before quite getting there. The Morrigan grabbed me, drug me to a path, from which K led me. We came to a narrow, cracked stone ascent/trail… [rough sketch of highly steep angle and narrow trail] Something like that—distinctive compared […] … Continue reading…The Green, Metamagic, Screens