Stand for Truth

"... But when the true alchemist spoke of seeking for gold, he spoke of gold in the soul of man... And when the true astrologer spoke of consellations and planets he spoke of constellations and planets in the soul of man... And when the true Kabalist spoke of the Name of God, he sought this Name in the soul of man and in Nature, and not in dead books, nor in biblical texts..."

"We are surrounded by a wall built of our conceptions of the world, and are unable to look over this wall at the real world. The Kabala presents an effort to break this "enchanted circle". It investigates the world as it is, the world in itself."

From The Symbolism of the Tarot by P.D. Ouspensky

hail mercury

"... one of the stumbling blocks in this process is learning to translate intuitive feelings into conscious words. In ritual use, the power of the word is learned, and also the power of holding true to the words we have given" from Paul Beyerl's Master Book of Herbalism.

I have been keeping track of my dreams in an effort to develop my abilities as a seer. Last night I got my first glimpse. I dreamt that one of my friends asked me the name of a mall, and when I woke up this morning I saw that I had gotten a text message in the middle of the night from one of my friends asking me the name of a mall. 

Perfectly framed through the gap between my wall and window shade a perfect crescent moon, waning in scorpio was staring me down. 

I truly just saw the most heinous thing ever. It was someone's modified Snoopy picture, presented at the top of someone's blog designed to look like Snoopy typing on a apple computer.

considering marriage

I hope to find a suitor soon, because I am in need of eating Martha's faux bois wedding cake! It really is a perfect combo. I love faux bois, I love cakes, and I love pretending to want a wedding.

Also, WTF, she has a whole section of her website devoted to "woodland cakes". What a total freak. I'm lovin it.

some things that are important to me

double dutch rainbows

A dream I have had twice and which I hope will become a new recurring dream is one where I speak to cats in English and wonder why they had never communicated with me before. One of them was a fictional cat named French Fry. The other was a cat I know named Marylou.

I had a dream about Jennifer Lopez last night. I was riding in her huge car and she was a really scary driver. At one point the road turned into a rollercoaster type thing, and I likened it to some fantasy video game that I have never played and doesn't even exist. She started to play some Mark Anthony songs because she missed him and I thought that it was so sweet. I was to be her houseguest and she let me sleep on her fold out couch which was lumpy and uncomfortable. Her children were very well behaved.

Last night while sleeping with a cat I turned over and opened my eyes mid-slumber to see him sitting up tall, gazing into the darkness, looking so beautiful and proud like Mufasa perched upon Pride Rock. As he held himself higher, elongated body and paws outstretched I thought that he was the most majestic animal to ever share my bed. After some time passed I realized that I was imagining all of it and the cat had been curled up asleep the whole time. I thought about giving him some pets but by that point I was too afraid of him to move my arm out from under the blankets.

Just checkin out what's puppin up online

I just really love cats

they're fun and cute

This morning I finished reading The Amber Spyglass for the second time and began reading The Crystal World. It's pretty tough to follow up an easy read with something you actually have to pay attention to. I got into a pace that was hard to break out of, and flew through 3 pages of Crystal World before realizing that I had no idea what was going on. I usually read too fast anyway. Slowly getting back into my normal pace, n' hopefully slowin it down a lil.

Usually when I am living with parents and the responsibility of buying my own food is no longer a concern, I get pretty rowdy at the grocery store. Today, though, I didn't get rowdy.

On September 10, 2008 I ate so much Biscoff

I took a plane on Wednesday. Now instead of living in Portland on the west coast, I am homeless and living with parents in the east. At take off I think the woman sitting ahead of me was worried because her male companion started rubbing her arm and said "Sparticus! Sparticus!". After we landed they started talking very candidly about the love lives of themselves and the male companion's brother. The brother is 10 years younger and has been married four times, while the male companion has only been married twice. According to the woman, two times is much different than four. This difference is either positive or negative, but it is uncertain to me which.

I can't believe it really happened

I actually watched The Lake House last night. Do you know what that is? It's this, and I actually watched it.

look at what's puppin' up online

Hey, blogaholics. I'm writing to you from the 1950s future. I'm casually walking around on the moon.

I have recently discovered that I am really good at playing Sopranos pinball. This was a huge revelation as I had thought before that I was terrible at all pinball games. Maybe I'm not good enough to know that this is nothing to stand tall about, but my hint that I was good at it comes from the fact that at one point I had four balls going at once. More great discoveries: I am horrible at Star Trek: TNG pinball. I am decent at Batman Forever pinball. More to come soon!

Noah knows too many things about basketball. It hurts me to see it.