I am slowly but surely building up my inventory; here is a photo-essay of some simple things that I’ve acquired. Don’t know how long I will be keeping these things around, but I am at beginning to ponder their meaning and I why I was drawn to them in the first place.
Hook take from cieling in my basement
I was cleaning up my basement so I could start playing music in it and we were hanging this plywood stuff on the ceiling to block off the exposed insulation. We had to pull out all these old random nails and pieces of metal, one of which seemed like this ancient hook thing. For some reason I felt compelled to keep it (not sure why).
I guess I just found it interesting that it was there in the first place – what person had put it there and for what purpose?
I am inexplicably drawn to this hunk o’ metal.
Last weekend I bought some MULLEIN leaf at the Fremont Market, which was being sold for both its medicinal & magical purposes. Apparently this is good for divination and exorcism.
Here are the beads for my hair. Also considering dreads as my mane is getting way out of control anyway.
Newly Arrived: Tim Boucher Time Travel Proof Cassette. This just arrived in the mail – still not quite sure what it is but I wanted to give ya’ll a teaser for what’s to come.
Red Flannel Jacket:
This is the biggie. I woke up in the middle of the night a week ago and thought I saw someone in my room wearing a jacket like this. I even tried to wake up Amber and I said "Amber, a ghost. A ghost." It freaked me out but I convinced myself it was just the shadow of the money tree in our room. A couple of days later I found the same style overcoat at the Fremont Market. Big black + red plaid in honor of the Seattle spirit guide.
What’s even more fascinating is that tonight I took off the jacket and laid it on a chair only to find out – THERE IS A HIDDEN MYSTERY POUCH SEWN INTO THE BACK OF IT! IT JUST MIGHT BE THE PERFECT PLACE TO KEEP ALL OF MY MYSTICAL TOOLS!
And finally, Vivian, my roommate’s cat, waking me up and breaking the time space continuum
I’ve found that, as per things like the hook, it’s not important to think of why you found it, or what makes it important. Just carry it as long as it makes sense, and learn when to let it go spontaneously, just like you found it. You’ll know better and better the more you follow those kinds of hunches!
as was Excalibur pulled from the grip of stone, the sacred hook was mightily extracted from its’ wooden captivity, bestowing its’ power to the puller.
You may rise, my humble servants.