#headlesswanderer

So I've never really done something like this before but thought I'd try something new, I'm going to start sharing some stories of my encounters with the intelligences of our modern urban abodes; cities. This first part is a prelude to how I think with these sorts of concepts.

Walking through dimly lit streets at night to the chosen place. The effect of your decision changes things, even before you've called out for said change. The steeples of that chosen place are shrouded by the night, yet from within the bells peal a song of praise. They seem discordant to you now, in light of your decision.

You return to the place where it began, with history as your mantle and the stars as your torch; and yet, as you round that corner to reach the appointed place the song ceases and the dark encloses the stars themselves. Looking into the corners of that holy place you feel the stares that the grotesques cast from the dark, aware of what you will bring. At your feet sits an iron grill, now a cage keeping the dark at bay. The inky blackness that peers forth quickens your pulse. You drop your message into the abyss, clap thrice and call out.

So I just woke up from a crazy ass dream. I won't bore you with all the details but it ended with a murderer being shot twice through the head by a revolver in his mouth. And the gun and bullets and his head morphing into the shape of a tarot card, the Three of Swords, reversed. On the plus sides I got an actual thing I can search for. On the downsides I felt an unmistakable sense of loss when that person was shot, not that I knew them outside the context of the dream. Just that it didn't have to end in death.

After years of reading grimoires, research and lamenting at my lack of space and resources (cheap rent? Yessir I'll take that broom closet please).

I've come accross some magical tech that really resonated with me and I am finally gonna start practicing evocation. The book I found was Demons of Magick by Gordon Winterfield and after a thorough reading the tech seems pretty solid, similar basis to stuff I've read and heard of but washed free of extraneous stuff and condensed into a system that uses the Goetia spirits that I can use in my current home (which doesn't allow candles and has super sensitive smoke detectors).

It'll probably take time but I'm gonna stick at it till I get it. The feeling of resonance was unmistakable. Like my soul was vibrating Many thanks to my other-world allies for bringing me this.

“The Panpsychospere represents the realm of cosmic imagination fro whic which emergent phenomena arise spontaneously and chaotically in all lower spheres and which stimulates creativity”