Ask them. They are growing tired of looking over their shoulder. They are staring down the dark hallway towards the bedroom, trying to make out your figure. Sewing needle in hand. Ready to taxidermy your shadow.
I only have enough material matter to hold this pen & barely. I might as well switch to my left. I’m manifesting at light speed off my back up generator. because why should I save it for the End. Maybe I can keep the grid stable off nerves alone.
But no one ask me anything. The United States Postal Service has caught on to how many of the love letters I’ve been intercepting. The one’s your spirit dials through tin can telephone wires. I only have enough material matter to hold this pen. Ask me in about a month. Better yet
as a woman it is so important that you’re indulging in pleasure daily. if you’re not doing some sort of ritual atleast once daily or looking at the clouds or getting lost in the candle section your abundance is withering.
The cosmos isn’t vertically tiered—it's nested.
It’s a harmonic architecture of curved strata—each layer ringing with the same origin.
“Higher” and “lower”, thus hierarchies—are perspectival distortions, not structural truths.
The Divine breathes through all levels equally.
@JGordonBramer after years of following you I finally got around to reading Occult Sylvia this winter & thank you. You stated it was over a decade of research & it made me more confident to dive deeper into my own project knowing it may be a commitment of similar length.
@JGordonBramer It was a fantastic read! Well done! & my project stems from my experience the last 3 years working as a tarot reader at a luxury hotel. Its working title is Resident Witch, & I have been knee deep in the research of Chicago hospitality, history, iconic guests, haunts etc.