#seer report

[rxkaldia]

Numbers

The heart of numerology is that numbers are information spirits. They whisper the ways of the world to those who can hear them, paint pictures of cosmic functions to those who see them, and make geniuses and madmen as they open humanity to the vast information before us.

Use them wisely.

[rxkaldia]

Seer Report - 02: Prarieville Sidhe

It's my last night in this little town, and I thought I might share my experience.

-recurrence of last year's black dog omen, not far from the first location.

-mysterious coal black cows, disappeared after one night and never seen again.

-strange lights by the treeline of mysterious cow yard.

-on cow night, a large atmospheric shift, to the degree of homes and streetlights appearing to be without power and a ceasing of traffick until the shift had passed.

- a wooden post come back to life with a small tree (branch?) growing out the top of it.

- massive footprints from an unknown source found following my path upon the walk back home (pictures below).

- incessant knocking on my second floor window (I checked for a natural explanation for the tapping) which drew me outside to observe the significant moon phase I'd forgotten about my last night here.

- an actual meeting via dream with fae royalty.

These are my firsthand experiences. My high school friend from Prarieville also had family stories of fae-like activity.

EDIT: Almost forgot about the vision with the giant snake spirit. It seemed to be a nature spirit. Generally not harmful unless provoked. Appearing aggressively christian counts as provoking it.

[rxkaldia]

Seer Report 05: The River

This one I forgot to type up last year.

Messages from surrounding spirits are relatively common in my dreams. This case began as recurring dreams about river floods and failing levees from the spirit of the Mississippi. It became frustrating, and mildly traumatizing, to watch the different disastrous events on repeat in my sleep. The frequency of the nightmares increased until I had it. Out loud, I announced that if the horrific weather omens continued, I would begin ignoring my dreams for the sake of my well-being. The very next day, a fellow seer and witch gave me a call. She had a dream where she was with me in my living room, interpreting a tarot reading and then watching us both live through another one of the flood omens I had been getting from the river. I told her about my problems with the dreams and their relevance to her dream reading. Before she suggested anything about it, I hadn’t thought to talk directly to the river and ask what I could do. I didn’t think there was any kind of thing that I could do. But, Mississippi seemed to think otherwise.

So I spoke with the river and she clarified her messages to me. The levees could not hold her, and she is a powerful force. Her neglect would inevitably mean lots of death, and she didn’t seem to want that for us. I took a water map of the United States and followed the river up to all the areas that fed her runoff. Every single one of those areas had been getting heavier and heavier rain. The river by me was already reaching the tops of the levees. After divining into potential efforts, it became apparent I would not be able to pull off what I wanted at a distance. So I targeted the largest single source of water flow into the Mississippi that I could travel to: the Arkansas River. It was interesting convincing my partner he had to drive me to Arkansas to keep us all from drowning. If I could speak with the river there, I could coax it to draw flood waters West to dry regions instead of East where we were already full up.

As soon as we entered the state of Arkansas, it started pouring. I felt the waters rise up to greet me, as though my arrival was anticipated. The rain continued, flooding streets and almost getting us stranded. Little Rock must have been the right choice of place to meet the Arkansas River. The spirit in all of the land there remembers it’s ways with the native people, and acknowledged my trip as a kind of custom. The rain finally stopped the next morning so I could walk from my bridge I could reach the water by. Little tides drew up toward my feet while I climbed down piles of imported rocks and shells. I reached my hand down into the rising water as a greeting. The conversation was brief. I gave the river respects, and gifts I thought she might like from me. She took what information I could give her (showing directions to a river is a little different than to a person). Although her personality differed from that of the Mississippi, she agreed to direct what she could to help keep my home from being destroyed.

In the following floods across the North East that year, I received messages from friends confirming the water’s intentions to move Westward, hopefully to be carried away from Louisiana by the Arkansas River. The levees won’t hold forever, and the people here have worked against the ways of nature for so long that we are working against ourselves. But, the spirits have not given up on us. They still seek us out that they may help us avoid ruin. We are still here.

[rxkaldia]

Seer Report 04 - 1: A Storm

I suspect the storm that has presented itself in my dreams these last couple of nights warns of a conflict to be faced. Several months ago, my significant other, Mike, and I went on a pendulum-led walk. It was for fun, mostly. We had nothing to do for the day. The pendulum led us to an old industrial building in an area that used to be a neighborhood. It drove us in circles around the same street corner until we gave up and went another way. I had never seen this part of town as anything other than the aging industrial buildings, empty lots and renovated apartment building that it stands as, now. That is, until my dream brought me there the other night. In it, I saw the apartment building as the abandoned structure that stood in it’s place prior to renovation. Mike and I sat in the living room of an old shotgun house where, now, an old housing lot stands empty. I sat up on the couch in this living room, noticing a distinct stinging pain on my left arm where I had planned to have a protective tattoo placed the next day. I spoke briefly with Mike. His words came out as soundless ideas, gifting me an omen for when I awoke. Something like “It means/is about/for you are supposed to/can heal/help someone”. I stepped out on the front porch of the house to view the landscape and heavy storm I could hear outside. There it was, the same dark edge of clouds over the Mississippi river that had occurred in my previous dream. I felt my not-yet-tattoo burning from the sweat as the rain began to come down.

I got my tattoo the next day, as planned. I don’t think it would have been wise to face what is drawing me around those buildings until it was done. I am writing this report in multiple segments to cover the stages of the potential case. After breaking down the details of the omens already given, I suspect there is some spirit, perhaps multiple, in conflict at the described site. Someone or something seems to believe I can do something about it. Today, I woke up and stepped out the back door of my home to see the dark edge of an impending storm. My fresh tattoo burned from the sweat as the rain began to come down.