The Daydream of the Otherworlds & Unpleasantness

The Dream is always present, always there, and Elethis is always there as my beacon and reminder. And because the Dream is always there, magic is always there. The Material—that aspect of reality that is just materiality and materialist (which is still a gross simplification) looks insubstantial, is a phantom to the Dream. The Dream is likewise to the Material. The bridge between the two are people, life, some objects, phenomena.

As you awaken or grow lucid, you flicker in and out, in the Dream, and you glimpse the Dream more and more, here and there. However, I remain often wrapped in a bubble of mûl-ôl—my subconscious sense of how the world works, how my life is, mingled with memories and neuroses. It becomes my “idea” of the Dream that I initially encounter or may most easily visualize and access. It’s a caul you have to emerge from into the larger Dream.

It’s the daydream of the world that most people remain caught within, and that mûl-ôl is what “drones” are like in the Dream as mûl-ôl bleeds over into the Dream. The truth of things is that the simple glamours are mostly a matter of presence, bridging, and mostly acting, performance, and doing what you need or want to do. If you want light steps (which I did on the walk to work) or speed, you do it. If you want to seem charismatic, you have to at least try to act that way. Faerie sprezzatura. You kinda have to perform the feats in question. More complex magics require more complex processes, and a scaffolding to hang them on, but they mostly involve forming bunks that we feel express what seems right to do.

Presence seems to be the big thing—energy helps sustain the presence and the bridge, and energy may help impel effects. Glamour requires audacity and confidence.

Poetry and storytelling and drama—art of all kinds provides our means for glamour and magic—alamûri. Art and performance and action are the scaffolding for our magic.

The task is to go out and do it. Courage with cunning. But skill is also required. Good art requires skill. Or at least good shows and earnestness. Combat glamours demand combat skill. (You can fake it or give it a good show, but someone with skill will likely do better, let alone skill plus glamour.)

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How do you protect yourself in the Dream? Overt wards just mark you. Bodyguards are a possibility, but you have to check in and keep an eye on them. You’ve been internalizing [Elethis]: it and energy work and awareness and another WtaW—[WtaW] for example—are probably good. Making a habit of doing so may be smart and help serve as practice and energy work.

I’m having that sense again of having wings, which I never got/understood. Though, there is the idea of controlling one’s shape. Also, I no sooner use [WtaW] than start getting the sense of persons passing behind me. The wings may be something pranic, but they have to stand out.

The number of times I’ve felt shiv’d in the place where the “wings” emerge—and they like to emerge when I reach a point in magical ability/awareness—

I wonder if they’re a chakra manifestation?

The shivs shoved in my shoulder blades and left there. Harvesting and inhibition? (This seems, to me, something from Koranith—skulkers and packs of urban youth—often white to my mind)—pack tactics and assassins. I have not noted this in Saiyûnor.

They use halthaya distractions to help you forget them; they hide in corners and use the Real to hide.

Calling out the Guardians and Dana—the skulks don’t like them around and vamoose.

K says he has been attacked by beings like them before—they are “thieves” & “parasites”—I suspect a more active, aggressive form of halthaya. They attack and harvest presences and consume and take magic and power and deny people like me as much of ourselves as possible. Adept skulkers. Dark Host? They rely and thrive on our distraction. Invocations of Dana, Elethis, and dragons probably work pretty well. But they try to deny presences and magic. I wonder if they’re the Dream of ________’s Autumn People?[1]

Delusion is also a possibility—paranoia. In some cases, you throw “___’___” at some folks, or let them fight phantoms of their own creation.

ShF leans in and says, “They’re here. They exist.”


It’s been a weird day—lots of [strangeness at work], lots of casual social interaction, Roger the Lizard on Collins looking at me and going on—

Did some “Black Lodges”—to go all Dion Fortune—go into the Dream, set up shop, and try to keep others out? These guys could be a servitor group, sustaining themselves on what they steal & harvest. All this sounds paranoid, but that could be halthaya—

My concern is that I’m inventing melodrama for myself. Dana seems peeved and protective, though.

In the day and wind, I feel like my strength and clarity returns. They dislike the day, keep to the dark and interiors.

The “sign of the devil”—the horns—have become my subconscious/intuitive mudra of choice.

Just as the land and Haisuith can shine with color and vibrance, so can I. My presence can be real and vibrant—or so I must realize and learn and accept.

[1] Yes, ______’s reference is to Bradbury.


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