Recently created by me as a sort of occult space with room to grow.
Just a weirdly mystical asshole looking for meaning in the meaningless, silence in the jumble of voices, sight in darkness, finding the rhythm in chaos.
Recently created by me as a sort of occult space with room to grow.
Given my mystic/esoteric follies, and my general flare for the dramatic, I tend to blend my mind’s eye form with what I try to appear as in astral: Usually some variant of myself, usually differently shaped, preferably with wings or horns, or both.
I don’t care for my looks from the neck down, despite my husband’s constant insistence that I’m beauty incarnate.
I consider myself the ruling entity of my Mind Palace, with the occasional spirit or other entity sometimes taking precedence. I’ve never thought of myself as important, most likely due to my being raised Evangelical, but I’m finding more and more people think of me that way, much to my utter discomfort and confusion.
Ooh, same! I always thought this was odd, so it’s nice to find someone else who thinks like this!
Well, that was certainly a rollercoaster. Points for authenticity and uniqueness. Also, what the actual ever loving fuck?
Well, this was an entertaining read.
When Sysadmins Ruled The Earth by Cory Doctorow
A friend of mine believes similar except it’s that everything in Linux doesn’t actually work and you have to fix it constantly. It’s rather frustrating to deal with.