I laid down to dream with a firm goal. There was a place I wanted to see, a dream denizen I wanted to talk to. The migraine had lifted, and the summer cold it was segueing into was more an annoyance than a hindrance. I set my mental rudder, closed my eyes, and set forth. …
Category Archives: Three Different Ways
muse
write and do not stop until after the world has ended and has been reborn anew place into weakening words and faulted sentences the grandeur and the splendor i have shown you look upon me and reflect back to me the glory i shine down onto you so when they read your words the letters …
Then It Hit Me
“So you feel disconnected from everything? Like you have no place where you belong? Start with your back yard! Connect with the land. It will teach you what to do.” A frequent response to my lament of losing old support structures and being unsure of new ones. My formal rejection of Christianity made me vulnerable. …
First Fruit
I went to the gods To the wheel To the forge To the very gates And shook my fist With yells and cries and shouts of defiance I left from the gods To the car To the mud To the banality of the mundane And went my way With ego and hubris and childish satisfaction …
A Reminder About The Note
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Jumping The Asymptote
Sitting at a table in some nondescript place. The only thing I knew about it was I wasn’t home. There is a ceiling over my head, but I could be inside a closed room, or outside under a gazebo. It really didn’t matter. All that mattered right then, was I am sitting at a table. …
Tick & Tock
On the left side of my room A clock ticks the passing seconds On the right side of my room A second clock tocks the passing seconds The left clock came first Holding court on my highest shelf A cherished memory for a throne The right clock came later Held hostage and unredeemed A trophy …
Just A Note
Dear Readers, I do not use FeedBurner to publish Three Different Ways. Nor do I have ads in the feed or on the blog. This blog is published directly at http://threedifferentways.katalytis.com/feed/ and on the anthology Practical Pagans. Anything else is unauthorized and I would love to be notified.
The Maddening
Such longing It drives me to barely restrained sighs That conceal The depths of trembling pain in my bones There is a High Seat that calls for me In some other place that is not here There is a living Fire that waits for me I feel its unnatural warmth despite the artificial cool in …
Who’s Telling This Anyway?
I have been warned, that I have been making myself too transparent in my writings. Too many details about my inner self, my workings, and my ecstatic path. I have become a Mystery Cult of One with many anthropologists camped outside my hut, ready to pull apart my fetishes the moment I set them down. …