#corunor

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Anger, Paths, Breathing

On my walk today, I reflected and aligned and chatted with Y. The previous night, I dreamt—no, as I tranced into the Dark Wood, as I moved along the path, I had a sense of the enchantment process. We often draw down elthil into objects for various ends, and as I moved, I had a sense of dropping into the earth, and of myself enchanting myself via Luin, Calen, and bridging and the rest. C enchants…

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Split Attentions, Sex, Guides

I dreamt last night of split souls and doppelgangers—a Carol Danvers analogue going after the actress that plays her (who was Uma Thurman) in a comic book, and a kind of nano-tech/fiber Ultron spreading into people and growing schizophrenic. I suppose I think of it in terms of the second attention being seen as a thread by the first—the hurur afraid of being undone. No, not undone, but certainly…

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Click, Incarnation, Energy

I’m reminded again how easily the mind can switch levels of perception—I’m out walking and—I’m channeling and aligning, and—click—K is there beside me vividly, and it’s almost actual. But—click—I paid too much attention of the—no, of a different kind, and it fell away like gossamer. The normal perception, conperception layers here are very persistent and habitual. But that click—part of it…

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Warrens, Hurur, Trance

I dreamt last night of the warrens—I had gone into them with K for a bit to—feel them out. They were vague and hard to see, but I tried to look into where I had dreamed the night before, and I was aware vaguely of others being present—otherwise, I ventured back above and into the Dark Wood. But I found myself in the warrens, in a basement space of junk, other people’s game books, a broken guitar,…

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Corunor, Otherwordly Power, Parsons

I made it to the Sisters in Corunor on the night of the 15th, passing the cottage, which I think is itself alive and malevolent. The cottage draws one’s attention when you encounter it, and it draws attention back to it when you try to wander off. I managed to do so, making my way to the Sisters where they had me drink their brew, which filled my mind with visions and symphonies. I sat with them…

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Middle Worlds, Paths, Exploration

I again fell asleep before we got to Corunor, but I woke up for a time this morning. Rather than try Corunor again, K led me off in the Plain, into the Desert. Mind you, the sand was muddy and wet, like it’d been raining. It was daylight as well. My feet felt weird in the wet sand, but we moved until we passed through a wooded tunnel, through some big, wet trees and their boughs, and I found…

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Institutional Dreaming, Institutional Spaces, The Dead

Last night in the glade, K and I quickly found ourselves in one of my institutional dreams—and I trusted to him as a guide. My Presence as […] caused some reactions—muted reactions, still—from the dream personae. He counseled me to try to find my way outside. So I went to a window that looked like it went outside, and I cut through it with ____________, kicking it out (which was an odd…

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Matter-Spirit, Imaginary, Paxson, Meander

In the glade, I kept drifting into hypnogogic states as dreams crept in. K thinks I might try riding that rather than fighting it or feeling bad about doing so. I want lucidity, so—also, I haven’t been trying to direct my dreams. I’m still in my houses, rooms, and institutions. Before going down into bed, or as I do, I should will to dream of Elethis, the Morrigan, Saiyûnor, etc. I want to get a…

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