In last night's vivid dream I had been charged with delivering a message to a middle-aged woman. I told her that she was to determine the nature of the Lord of Questions' personal Hell. Her eyes went wide and we went to a massive cathedral. From the roof was suspended a large golden cage. She stepped into the cage and began her oracular ritual which had her change from a woman into a twenty-foot-tall demon made of mist and rubies. During her visionary ritual, the alabaster and jet form of the Lord
I saw him again recently and he looked really good. He's getting back into shape, did some grooming, seems less lethargic and more upbeat. I was already crushing on him hard, and then I saw these little changes in him and ... damn. I need to get over him. Why the fuck is my dating life so ... not happening? Need to do some thinking I guess.
On Tuesday I had asked the cards how could I keep myself back in the game as far as all this Witchiness goes. The cards recommended that I ask for advice from a certain person, and I almost immediately knew who it was. It was a little strange because this person is actually the friend of a co-worker who stops by every now and then.
So when she next came by I asked her and she did give me some good advice: Don't worry about flaking out. If you do, then just go with it. Don't feel bad
Yes, well, good morning.
I don't really have anything to write; thought that perhaps I should just write whatever comes to mind while writing it. I was working in the parkade booth today and, luckily, it was a slower day than usual. This gave me more time to practice my font and develop a new signature. Yes, I'm developing my own font. Whatever. You don't know me, I do whatever I want! Speaking of, so Mabon is this Thursday, it's also the Full Moon and my mom is having a candle party