I was talking to one of my good friends the other day and she said I should write more of this stuff down because it might help someone. Or the information might be useful to other people. She said I was writing it down too cryptically in the Ship’s Log. I kind of like cryptic […]
Tag Archives: synchronicity
7/5 I keep trying to write blogs posts and it is so hard right now. My entire life has been hit by a tornado of shit. Let me tell you right now that more people should listen to George Hansen and Jeff Ritzmann carefully. I knew what I was doing though and ran right for […]
Sheriff Funk had failed for the 14th time to retrieve his package from the post office. The eclair he’d eaten earlier seemed to be shifting around inside of him now. He didn’t know eclairs knew how to dance but it did remind him of a dream he had once. If that package gets into the […]
I saw a joke the other day about Mercury retrograde and communication breakdown. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not really great at keeping track of that sort of thing. I’m more the weird neighbor you see standing in the yard all slack-jawed looking up at the sky at 4 am while wearing […]
I went to bed early and woke up late because I’m starting to slow down. So much has been happening lately that it never really stops around here and the weather just makes everything hurt more which is tiring by itself. The last week has proven to be another thrill coaster ride through the cosmic funhouse. It […]
(I never know what I’m going to write every week until it happens. If you like one portion of this blog or the other just be patient and something new will turn up when it’s ready to come out.) Something strange has been happening with the alarm clocks in the house lately. Readers will remember […]
Norm sat nervously in the booth looking around at the odd collection of extremely strange people who had sat down since he’d ordered his breakfast. Terror was coursing through him but he was unable to move, frozen in place by his obligation to not run out on the nice girl who had taken his order. […]
I had come to some conclusions of my own, as a result of study and practice of the body of works that have been written by and about Aleister Crowley, The Book of the Law, Thelema, and other related paradigms. These conclusions had a lot to do with the idea of contact — or — […]
“La…Lan….Lana? Lan..Lan Lana Dan…druff? Lana banana….Lana…” “What has Zap-Zap been putting in your coffee?” asked Cole who had swiveled around in his flying saucer seat to give me the hairy eyeball treatment. “What? I think I just phased out for a minute.” “You were saying something that sounded like a name. Lana Dandruff? Why does […]
Private Detective Lana Dandro was sitting in her shitty office in the middle of nowhere wondering if that squirrel was ever going to stop tapping on the roof. The brownie she ate earlier was coming on strong and she really wanted that squirrel to shut the fuck up. She had spent the whole night neck-deep […]
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