SHARED HALLUCINATION

One day into another As this quarantine lags on an on But the alternate is worse. The fucktards protesting social distancing Hopefully will cancel themselves out. Amazing, the mentality of the lowest common denominator. I'm gonna write about my LCD theory soon. It's my favorite soap box subject But not today. The sun in shining. Squirrels are chasing each other across the roof above me And it's not that bad. Plus, I have a new obsession.  Nice little segue, right? Ha!  I've always had an overly bright olfactory bulb. See what I did there? Smell and memory fascinates me. When writing my second book, I was staying at a 500-year-old village chateau in the south of France. Originally, the house was built by the lord of the castle for his favorite mistress. His beloved. And it shows. It's a house built on love. The current owner is carrying on the tradition. To the point where she's made a fragrance for the place. This mixture of frankincense, ger...

How many days has it been now?  Look how lazy I'm getting!  Have been teaching myself a new system t o make more dynamic pitch decks. And then animate them as well. Which has taken hours upon hours. I can see this is the future of  developing projects. We're still under quarantine. I'm sure you've already heard, but it's only getting  worse... But on a brighter note, the egg I bet on hatched. I've been awaiting this arrival for days. Of course she was the last one to hatch--but at least she hatched. So, I'm introducing to the world--Carmilla Cluckstein. Which is a terrible take on Carmilla Karnstein, but maybe there's something to a female chicken vampire story. I actually don't get to have any further interaction with the chick, I just get to name her. Which is fine by me.  Am going to share with you a couple of the pages of a new pitch deck I've been working on. I like to call them 'world' pages, but you can use 'tone...

April Fools Day, 2020 This whole last month has been the worst practical joke ever. Am still in bed drinking coffee 'cause, you know, quarantine. It's a surreal existence right now. Not entirely unpleasant.  Am glad to have kept a record of it.  Certainly gives me perspective in where I am productive and not productive.  And I've had to do a lot of cooking which I don't really like, no matter how much I want to. And that's where we are.  Currently, I'm reading The Cosmic Shekinah by Sorita D'Este and David Rankine. This is a subject I return to again and again. I like the historical breakdown of this book. It's divested of all the New Age hooey that often infiltrates this subject. It's such a crime the New Agers got their adaptive paws all over the Sophia. She now represents the part of you you never knew was missing but can be found for a large cash donation. Sad. I don't like it when people make money off of women's insecuritie...

Day whatever of the end of March. Did I say that yesterday? The weather is gorgeous. Puffy clouds. LA skies have never been bluer. There's a hint of rain in the air. The quiet is so relaxing. Have been sleeping like a baby. But I barely know what day it is and things seem to be slipping in some respects. Oh, and I made pancakes this morning. They were DELICIOUS!  It's the small things... Also, started the morning with an international call with various members of the Covenant of Hekate. A very interesting group of people talking about the myths of Persephone and Demeter as it relates to Hekate. There's much food for thought. I've always been fascinated with Hekate's liminal aspects. Those transition times pregnant with possibility. But I'd never really considered Hekate's role as a facilitator in the myths. It's because of this aspect, the mediating between the light and the dark, Spring is allowed to be sprung. And with Hekate's aid, Pers...

Hi! I'm back. So much for doing this every day.  Maybe I don't have that much to say.  Maybe I'm just lazy.  It's a toss up.  I am preoccupied. There's still words that have to be strung together in a narrative form.  Concepts have to be pulled from seemingly thin air. The world is falling to shit around us.  The lunatics have taken over the asylum. And those in charge need a serious spanking for telling lies.  Give it a few more days and a sense of ennui will overcome the anxiety. Not my anxiety. I'm built for this shit. I love my own company and being left alone to create. I'm talking the general state of things. Of those around me. Or around us.  Or around whoever.  Do we even know anymore?  My friend Anna Taborska sent me a copy of her latest book of short stories, Shadowcats . It's terrific and vicious. Of course she failed to mention one of the stories The Cat Sitter is up for an award with the HWA. Seri...

It's Day Five here. Have managed to fuck up the personal domain transfer already. Which means I can't look at the blog. Not to mention anyone else. Just noticed my peppermint tea has a message on the bag. "Tough time don't last. Tough people do." Well, darlin', then I am here to stay.  Am built for the long haul. Had the strangest dream last night. Somewhere outside of Las Vegas I was in this fancy hotel teaching a seminar with some of my favorite magical friends. Was luxuriating in the fancy hotel room, drinking coffee, flipping through my messages, contemplating taking a long hot soak, when my friend comes in informing me California is shutting down. We have to leave right away. I don't quite believe them, but follow outside. Across the desert in the far distance I see a mauve-tinged cloud settling on the horizon. There's people yelling into a loud speaker. It echoes bizarrely. In the sky are two planes. But they're not really planes. T...

Above, the marker stone erected in 1960. March 16th is always a solemn day. The day is 1244 that 224 martyrs were burned en masse at the fields below the castle of Montsegur. At dawn, the were chained together and led down the mountain. Do not believe they went into the fires singing of their of free will. That is some mumbo jumbo made up by a pseudo-historian about 30 years ago. None of the old dossiers speak of such a thing. The villagers will tell you they have heard the chains rattling on the path to the castle at night. I have heard them myself. If anything it was the ward dogs of God, the Inquisitors, who were singing the Veni Creator Spiritus . And until the early 20th century, this day was celebrated in the village of Montsegur by the townsfolk dragging a cross through the streets to the burning fields. There, they would hold hands in a circle and sing the same song. Barbaric superstition? Or arcane magic within the Catholic church to make certain what lay buried, stay bu...