qedavathegrey:

I just had one of the most bizarre and horrifying dreams of my life, and that’s saying a lot, because every dream I have is bizarre, riddled with symbol and vaguely terrifying. But this one….

@ladameblanc I most certainly do. Is that bad? This is something I have never heard and am very interested in! It wasn’t entirety bad, the dream, but very unsettling. I was also struck by lightning in it, which had the sensation of being frozen, boiled and fried instantaneously. It was excruciating, yet somehow compelling. Though the more interesting bit was the corpse-insect-hive-mind-Norma-Bates-figure. There was a lot going on, needless to say.

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I just had one of the most bizarre and horrifying dreams of my life, and that’s saying a lot, because every dream I have is bizarre, riddled with symbol and vaguely terrifying. But this one….

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Micromanifesto #1

As many of you know, especially those of you have been around since the beginning of this blog, my craft is always in flux, changing with my perceptions of the world around me. Despite my absence, this remains true. Now I have entered another new age, largely ushered in by my experiment with the Archetypes. While I have explained it to a number of people privately, I think it merits a public post, and seek to address their nature here and expound on how the experiment and the figures have shaped my current reality.

In “creating” the Archetypes, my goal was one I knew was inherently insurmountable: to reduce divinity (in this case, goddesses) the world over into neat categories which possessed common virtues. While perhaps successful given ample generalization, I soon realized that the experiment had become something far different from that which I intended. While I had plotted similarities, the more familiar I became with these figures, the more I began to realize that they began taking on characteristics of their own, outside of generalization. No longer were they a reductionist fantasy, but had become “new” goddesses in their own right. I had done my best to strip individuality away, only to find I had created a sort of vacuum longing to be filled. And so they took on new shape. This was not my intention, but something I embraced and found myself compelled by, seeking to know them not as I had hoped them to be, but as they desired to be. And what they taught me is that the divine is infinite, if curiously intangible. It waits to be defined, it waits for association and craves negotiation. For too long, I concerned myself with what was or is, while neglecting what could be. And it was my conscious embrace of possibility that has come to define my current state and the state of my practice.

As such, much of my craft is concerned now with the Unnamed: the limitless, amorphous divinity yet at the edge of consciousness and memory. Not the forgotten gods, but those who are “unborn,” whose names have yet been spoken. And I wish to speak them. To shape the present and the future, a goal I believe to be distinctly intertwined with witchcraft at its most basic form. To change, to create, to inspire. I wish to name the gods of a new age, even if these constructions rest only on my lips. I desire to push the blurred line separating the “fictive” from the “real,” not shaping, but recording, documenting, exploring. Though as with any representation, it is crucial to acknowledge the effects my perception and interpretation will have on the documentation. There can be no definitive reality in this, thus I encourage you to take what I say not as conclusive, but a model to be further explored by any who desire to do so.

I hope to write more on the subject soon and offer my methods so that others might do the same. I not only acknowledge, but embrace and enjoy those whose beliefs and traditions run counter to this mindset and never seek to devalue them, only suggest limitless possibility.

Let’s see what the fuck happens,

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srednod:

Jean-Léon Gérôme

A Bischari Warrior

1872

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