(I started to write this entry at the beginning of March, and got distracted.) Back in January, I got this mirror off Ebay (which is where that photo is from, I never took
Halloween night, I did my regular ritual, including a brief check-in with my Dead via oracle deck. (I used to do a whole thing for the Dead on Samhain, but the farther into
His is for letting the madness out. Hers is for finding my way in.
The literary ghost story is, alas, a nearly dead (if I may be excused the pun) form in the US. Ghost stories are short things to tell around campfires to scare kids, and,
I have a pendant that my brother gave me fifteen years ago, during his fundamentalist Christian phase. That’s significant because it’s a triskel, which was the symbol I used to for
August is Coming For full effect, imagine that like the “Winter is Coming” thing from the Martin series/show. This is how ominous it seems on the horizon. I rather expect that when