Saturday, November 10, 2012


Again, found in my journal
September 24, 1994

I wash my soul not only my face

There are quite a few chants in this particular journal.  This one I wanted to share.  It is good for water ritual.  On the page it is scrawled I have drawn a woman on a swing in her ritual robes of linen.  The swing is suspended from the word soul.  I feel I haven't really changed all that much.


So I've been digging through old entries in my dream journals.

August 15, 1996

I dreamed that Charlies hands were tired, but he tried to help me anyway.  There was an odd sexual tone, a desire, but I was too self conscious to act upon it.  Aliens in the field.  I ran saying "take me" to a distant one and "I love.." to the one hovering directly above.  I look down only to see a patch of thick grass and weeds.  The aliens then levitated a bucket of water and poured it onto the thick strip of vegetation, then proceeded to ascend into the stars.  Running inside, climbing dry soil.  I know it was a test.