I am my own well, tap, into Chaos. I perceive it as under me, but that’s because it comes via me. It’s a bit kundalini, as well. But it’s there. So close, so always there. The Summerlands and the Nightlands—they are both there, one becomes the other—distinct but bleeding together. I have glimpsed both, in […] … Continue reading…Otherworlds, Wealth, and Anger