There’s something about the group of friends who have known each other their whole lives. No one ever thinks about pretending. Continue reading
She awakens to a surprising dreamscape. She has heard of the blank blandness of the Heartland. White bread and potatoes. Flat prairies of unending, tall grass stretching to the farthest horizon. Cities laid out in practical rectangles. She did not expect this. Continue reading
Music swells to one unexpected, heartbreaking, heavenly chord. The fluttery tension of breath catching. She dies. The music fades.
She blinks. Inhales deeply. What has happened surprises her the way it might if she ever went home with someone she just met at a bar. Because this is not what she expected from herself. Continue reading
She begins to write, expecting anything and nothing. Continue reading
When I first read about servitors, they sounded to me like pretty much the coolest thing I’ve ever learned about magic. Who wouldn’t want a bunch of minions running around the universe doing your bidding? I could create a whole Army of the Daughter of Nuit, charge them with my needs and wants and send them off into the ether to bring back my spoils. And the best part is, they live for it. It’s their whole purpose for being. And I created them. GOD. KING. Ego loved this idea. I really wanted one… Continue reading
The Law of Thelema is sometimes called the “law of the strong.” It’s word. Liber AL vel Legis II:21.
The same verse has been problematic for me because it condemns compassion as a vice. I think of compassion as a virtue. It’s my personal moral compass. But there’s compassion and compassion. Continue reading
An update on the ritual I did with my rosary.
This was a fertility ritual, intended to prepare my body to conceive a child. Whether that actually happens remains to be seen, but – the point is, there was a really important date assigned to the end of this ritual – one that I completely forgot about until today. And today is that date. Continue reading