I sat in the lair for most of the night. Snake had gone off to start some shit attend to private matters. I had already resolved to go alone back to the Path of Vau, even leaving the beads behind. He and the beads had helped me recover, but I felt I was at risk … Continue reading →

Never mind the why and how, but I have fourteen cowrie shells to my name that I can not give away, sell, or dispose of. The shells have garnered interest from various folk and Folk so I decided I might as well learn how to use them in my troubles travails and workings. Because of how I acquired them, and why they are bound to me, I can not use the traditional methods of Ifa, or any of the descendant methods. So calling on the Lwa or the Orishas for help are out of the question.

I came up with a few methods that are working well for me so far. While the specifics are very private and personal, the framework they are hung on can be used by anyone. As I continue to work with the shells, and find such frameworks that may be of interest, I’ll be posting them here and on my Tumblr.

What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.

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The beads are a familiar heavy weight on my arm. He questions why I don’t have them tucked in a pocket this time. “Touch is the first sense I was able to recover when I arrived in the Abyss. When we… I… was in floating parts of flesh and thought, those things that were physically touching me were closer than other things. I want to be able to recover myself at once.”

“Still terrified?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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“Why are you here?” “Asmodel.”

A sudden brightness pours over me. I suddenly feel flesh and air and clothes and cold stone bruising my knees and Snake standing behind me and beads in my hands. I look up to see the throne and the one seated on the throne is gone. The podium remains however.

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“What’s the unofficial word, Officer?” I just smiled as warmly as I could, and wondered what else did the official word say about me.

The officer chuckled. “You showing up is like watching the TARDIS materialize. You’s pretty. But the day just got shot to shit.” He was almost apologetic in his tone. My legitimate laughter placed him at ease.

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What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.

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What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.

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What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.

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Some RSS readers are being blocked by my blog’s security measures. Most of them are merely guilty of using Google’s AppEngine service. As such, they are sharing IPs with prolific spammers and scrapers that have used AppEngine to start shit with. I’m trying to determine if the troubles that will come with lifting the IP … Continue reading →