Moonlight monologue
Now that the last of us eavesdroppers are gone, the little creek can speak freely, addressing nobody, confiding in the empty air.
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On living the occult-curious life
Alongside the dominant religions with all their baggage, there’s something on the margins, especially suited for the independent and curious and eccentric. Libraries have books about the faerie folk, and bookstores have tarot decks, and open-air markets have stalls with astrological diagrams. I think this is how many of us discover something like a decision point, or a chosen family, in our spiritual journey.
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An Unwelcome Sight
We left the spire vacant for generations. Nobody entered… nobody even went close enough to see where it met the earth.
But last night, just by chance, we passed close enough to see it above the trees — and there were lights in the windows.
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What’s Done
Do you see my beacon? Do you see the tower, lit and smoking like tallow? Now the world will know…
They will know the tower’s authority is not absolute.
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The Secret Ingredient
I have something you will never find in your encrypted archive, in your registry, in your solid state cold storage.
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Shadow body mirror world
When I was lost in the light, I made my own dark, and it walked with me — my ageless shadow, my loyal replica. And in this mirror, another — a replica of the world.
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Transparency
She didn’t need to study the spell in a grimoire, or learn it from a back-alley conjurer… she had it in herself already, and she found it easily enough.
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How to be a destination
Hey, you, doing that thing you are doing! Do you remember a moment ago, when you were doing a different thing? Pausing briefly for a breath, perhaps, or walking through an already-open door?
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Luminous Penitence
“Look at me! Clay in the shape of stillness, reverence formed from plaster by God’s hands.“
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The Trocadero Theater
For most of my formative years, I only knew the whole garden called Philadelphia by one single flower: the block of Arch Street between 10th and 11th. This was the location of the Trocadero theater, iconic Philly punk venue, and a sacred landmark in the little part of forever that I’ve tended.
