The Comet

י"ח בכסלו תש"ע
Shamash 20

I just dreamt it, and I woke up to record it.

Following me - he thought I was crazy, a fool even, for going so far - they would kill me for going so far. But so far, I went - with an unequaled awesome singleminded determination. And he followed me there - and when he arrived at where I had gone, I was standing on a mountaintop summit high within the clouds of heaven.

He climbed up and peered up over the ledge from where he was climbing up, and there I was - standing a Queen - and upon the mountaintop summit directly opposite mine, there it was - he beheld it and was amazed - the comet never before truly beheld by mortal eyes! At the summit of the comet stood a mystical palace. The comet-palace spoken of only in myth truly existed! and never before had it been beheld by mortal eyes, yet now, he the Prince beheld it! He climbed over the threshold of the ledge leading to where I stood upon the mountaintop summit and stood beside me a King, beholding the sight with me. The palace structure stood erected upon the summit of a comet!

The palace had a strange name and odd shape. (In my awakened mind, the nearest idea I can find to the shape of it is of an old 1940's-style radio with the taste of raidho. The strange name written on the face of the palace eludes description, but it was as uniquely and awesomely magical as is the palace on the comet which no mortal eyes had ever beheld until now.)

Next thing I knew, now they, whom he had thought would kill me, were no longer seeking to kill me, but were helping him instead. He now had a new awesome spaceship, and they were cheering him on - for he had found the magical comet and the palace on it. He was on his way there, flying to where no man had gone before.

I woke up.

The Melismatic Runes

י'ח באלול תשס״ט
Belz 19

In follow-up to my previous entry (Wyrd Shema), I hereby designate, as demonstrated within the context of my own experience, the wyrd rune and Dagaz to link to the melismatic Torah ta'am, shalshelet (שלשלת). The hebrew word שלשלת can be translated as 'chain', 'chain of events' and 'development'. Importantly, this ta'am (cantillation mark) pertains to esoteric transmission and development of mystical-magical-practical tradition, both in terms of giving and receiving - in other words, it embodies a living meta-dynamic of reciprocal communication generation to generation, whereby the Receiver of Tradition becomes a full partner with the Divine Ancestors, among whom I am, in creating and bestowing Tradition.




Personal Runerow Still Under Construction

Tongue Of Fire

י"ו בסיון תשס"ט
Mab 16

I dreamt.

I was swinging (by something like a cord tether) and flying around a lilac-like bush in the yard. The bush was like the lilac bush I've written about before, but it was not that lilac bush, and it was in an opposite portion of the yard. I was wearing a long beautiful white lace vintage chemise-like gown. It was a bright, sunny early summer perfect day with a fresh smell of newness in the air. The day smelled like days smelled when I was a little girl (although I wasn't a little girl in the dream). The day had vitality.

The impression arose in my mind that there might be insects or a nest of spiders in this particular bush, although I could see none. Even though I could see none, as I encircled the bush several times, the impression of infestation remained and could not be shaken. I decided I should try to move away from this bush. It wasn't exactly my bush (though it appeared to be) - and it was infested with something.

Suddenly, the bush broke in half from where I had been cord tethered to it. The top half flew into the nearby fence while the bottom half remained rooted in the ground. The breaking of the bush released the cord tether (and me with it) from being bound to the infested bush.

Yet, even though I had been released, so too had the structure to which I had been bound been broken. The breaking of the structure also destroyed the hidden structure in which the hidden infestation nested. When all the boughs of the bush broke, the infestation had no place to hide.

I felt a slight impression of movement on my scalp at the top of my crown. The infestation had left the bush I had broken and jumped onto me! I walked over to my father and had him examine my head - did he see them? He told me they looked like little somethings.

So, I went and washed my hair and scalp at the nearest sink in the kitchen. As I began washing it, the swarm tried to escape from being washed off my scalp and down the drain, fleeing in a line onto my beautiful white dress. Oh no you don't - I'd rather be naked than host you! I took off the dress, and with it, off came the entire fleeing swarm.

Stepping out the kitchen door onto the porch as I took off and discarded the dress, I opened my mouth to blow out the 'taste' of any infestation and blew out a long tongue of fire - like a dragon might. But the tongue of fire that I blew out was different from a dragon's in that mine was longer, very focused and more controlled. It looked more like a river of fire energy than a flame of fire. The streaming fire energy had no end, rolling out beyond the horizon. Flames of fire drop back from time to time to their origin of burning, but this tongue of fire did not do that - it kept on going and began dissapating from its origin in me.

I woke up.

The tongue of fire reminded me of the pulsa denura, a harsh yet protective judgment which issues forth to protect the Divine Feminine.

I have no idea where it's going, but two points are certain - the protective judgment has been sent out and it's not coming back to me.