#mul-ol

I finally caught up to where my magical journals, since I started Antic Delights way back in ’13 or so, are transcribed. Today, I thought, “I’ll see about that really old journal–or the first one in the shelf.” It dates probably from ’94 to ’96 or so–and it demonstrates I’ve always been eclectic, trying to synthesize and make sense of everything. But also, my Talker felt the need to list all the…

I fear my pronouns will be all over the place in this one. I suspect they often are anyway. I have thought about how to get at mûl-ôl without the topic derailing and tangenting into half a dozen other topics. If the psychic censor, if halthaya and hurur distract us from the magical and from the Otherworlds, if they lead us to forget the magical and the Otherworlds, then mûl-ôl is the experience…

Apocalypse, the Future, Capitalism

Apocalyptic Paradoxes Leaving the movie I was struck by the fact that most of the stories people in our culture tell about organized resistance against oppression are set in dystopias created in the wake of a cataclysm. And indeed, apocalyptic events seem to be the only thing most people believe can bring an end to capitalism. From people praying and organizing to bring about the collapse of…

I projected last night to Saiyûnor and Elethis, channeling before running through the Wood. Dana brought me to a river of clear, gentle waters (probably more a brook)—she submerged me,—I ran along the banks, drank the waters, and I found a tower—black stone—that I think was __. It was dark and empty, at least as far as I could tell on the ground floor. I want to say there was a symbol on or above…

One thing—my dreams are so banal and lame & seemingly mundane in content (pacing and structure not withstanding) that deviations are notable. I noted in my dream journal the one with ________’s head held up by fingers or tendrils as something or someones tried to impersonate him until I started paying attention to the deception. I’d been chatting quietly with “him” and it’d been whatever for so…