omaha 3am

mill through glass; graveyard shift

shake it; graveyard shift

You think Dream hanging out with his oldest sister is fun, wait until you see him on a road trip with his youngest sister. I guarantee you are not prepared.

I feel like the word "visualize" is commonly used in spells and exercises instead of "imagine," because it feels more authentic and like you're not just playing make-believe, but I've got this theory that it really isn't any better, and could actually be holding a lot of people back.

As we know, some people think more in words, and some people think more in images. Some people have a hard time visualizing, or straight up can't do it.

Personally, I think in some words and some images, but mostly in a big abstract cloud of ideas and feelings which I have to translate into images or words in order to communicate. It's easier for me to translate ideas into words than images. When I do think in images they kind of just happen without me consciously creating them. To make them on purpose is a lot harder.

So, when you tell me to visualize a protective bubble (to use a recently mentioned example), I can do it, but it's not super solid. However, if you tell me to imagine a protective bubble, I can feel it and know it's there. I can know what color it is without having to see it. This is a much stronger bubble than the one I visualized.

Since I decided to quit trying to visualize and start imagining, things have become a lot easier for me, and have felt more solid. I'm also spending less time being distracted by the effort of maintaining a visualization.

Again, this is a theory, and of course your mileage may vary, but if you're someone for whom imagining is not an entirely visual process, it might be worth giving it a try.

the american version of finding roman ruins or a catacomb behind your basement wall

Love how this is phrased like it’s an archaeological find

Alright was no one going to tell me that in the middle of the Nevada desert is an old cemetery that contains the bodies of a bunch of miners who died in a fire and next door is a haunted clown motel

Why are we still setting horror movies in generic Victorian houses in the woods when this is a real place in the world

good, i hate being cold

Big sorcerer problems out here

scribbling on and customizing my new-to-me upcycled double tarot pouch. it started life as a rolling tobacco pouch i scavenged from a friend's clutter clearing pile. kinda punk rock and i love it.

3am thoughts:

the places that resonate most with me, are part of me, are the liminal spaces. the places that aren't proper places, but spaces betwixt; waystations, transitional places.

crossroads, stairwells, gas stations, train platforms, airport gates, cemataries. rooftops at dusk, or any time really. long stretches of highway in bad country when no one else is on the horizon. a pier with a lone bench at the end and a flickering lampost, surrounded by 70 year old bullet scars in the concrete. 3am at the waffle house, where everything is real and nothing is. an abandoned railroad bridge where your friends used to jump in the river, but you refused knowing instinctively the nature of the place. the waiting room of a hospital when you're silently pleading with gods who don't listen about a beginning or an end. overgrown trails and backyards that abut the highway. an out of the way park, with a monument so weatherbeaten and overgrown that no one remembers what it once commemorated. a party when you're not sure if it's too late or too early but you're the only one left awake so you sit at the window and wait to see what comes.

my heart resides in these spaces and my thoughts often turn to them. rarely are they pleasant, often discomforting because things are thinner there, both less and more real. have you felt it, the power of liminal spaces? that niggling sense that things aren't as they seem and really never were? that feeling that you've overlooked something important but can't remember what it was? next time you find yourself in a place such as these, listen, there is power there, and a promise. the promise that everything changes, moves on, passes for good or ill and the power to see it through. change, transition, death and rebirth.