Project Null: Intro/Week 1 Summary: Themes in (P)review

How many colons in your title?! Yeah, I thought so.

There was supposed to be an intro post, before I started doing any of this shit. In it I would have discussed my overarching goals, history with chaos magick, issues with agency/Will, a smidge of feminist theory, and my Saturn return.

Without further digression, then.

Super-Long Intro

Overarching Goals:

Get my brain in order. Fix my life. Change shit up. Tear it down. Rebuild. Push some buttons. Clear some air. Dig deeper. Climb higher.

Spend time at the edges without completely losing my center. Alternately, lose the center. Re-define the center.

random dreamy weirdness

I an in a store - pet food, people food, something. I can't be sure. There are only huge bags of food, labeled with simple names. Some of them are single ingredients, corn or flour or peas, and some of them are mixtures of things, like Rice Blueberry Seed. The bags are the color of brown paper, nearly the size of a queen sized mattress, and stacked up on very tall shelves all throughout this huge store.

I dream of knitting.

For what it's worth, I don't knit, but I think I should take it up.

I am sitting in some sort of living room knitting with two friends, one on my right side and one on my left. We're sitting in a vaguely circular pattern. At some point we are at my grandmothers' house. (She doesn't knit either.)

We are each making a pair of gloves. Mine is ivory colored. Left-side friend's pair is green, and right-side friend's is black. RSF is struggling with his pair, as his right hand/wrist is broken.

Friday Fluffy-Smushy: I Dream of Professors

(AKA, Delusions of Grandeur and the Mediocrity Inspired Thereby)

By way of a disclaimer, or explanation, or some other such self-appeasing bullshit: this space intended to be one in which I write about tarot readings and meditations and herbal experiments and ritual constructions and projects. I will write about all of those things.

I feel, though, that in order to discuss those things effectively, and coherently, it will be necessary to delve into some nasty internal shit that might seem either desperately self-involved or inexcusably irrelevant.

To which I say, simply, fuck it.

I had a dream about a professor last night.