A dream I had last night.

I was standing in front of a panel of instructors, teachers. It was an interview. They were sitting in chairs in a circle around me, raised on a platform I had a large knife in my hand that I’d just cut open a pineapple with and I was licking the juices from the sides of the blade. One of the instructors smile and averted his eyes, “You have no idea what that looks like”.  A chuckle went around the circle and I laughed.  “No, you’re right it is very phallic!” I told him as I licked the other side.  “But that is why we use the blade in magic.” He raised his eyebrows as did several other of the instructors.  “Oh?” he said, pulling out a notebook to take notes. “Yes, I said.  Sure the knife or the wand is supposed to be an extension of the arm to direct magic, but they are also a representation of the phallus which sows the seed for creation of Life.  I stand in a Circle, which is more than just a two-dimensional shape, it is a sphere which surrounds and encompasses me.  I call on the Power of Air, Fire, Water, Earth and Spirit; Above and Below, God and Goddess. All of these Elements go into creating the sacred space in which we work magic.  All of these Elements spin in this sphere of Creation.  All of these Elements focus inward to the center.  And what is in that center? I am.” I said, placing the palm of my hand on my heart. “I stand in the center of this Sphere of Creation that I have raised. I am the axis mundi. I am the heartbeat. I am the Creation and the Creator.“

 

Dreams and the job search.

Looking for work is depressing. In case you didn’t know. I’ve sent out between 40 and 50 resumes over the last couple of weeks and haven’t gotten any calls except from temp agencies. Then after the interviews with said temp agencies. Nothing.  Ugh.

I have a handful of recurring dreams.  One of those involves touring downtown of a city that I love living near and there is always a dam with a walking bridge to it that I love visiting. I had that dream last night only the Counting Crows were in town for a show and Adam Duritz wanted to stay with locals to visit the city with and he ended up staying with us. We took him on a tour of the city, ate lunch at an awesome sushi bar and walked to the dam, then back to our house where he was admiring our book collection and telling us about a bookstore in New Orleans that he loves visiting when he is there… then the youngest darkling started crying for his breakfast and woke me up. 

I also had this severely bizarre dream where my maternal grandfather was still alive but he had cancer so they did a surgery to remove his heart and his penis.  But he was still alive.  I spent the entire dream at their house talking to my Grandmother and my Aunts trying to figure out how the hell he was still alive after they’d removed his heart.