Abramelin, day 153

Morning rite went well.

Yesterday feels like ages ago but the aftermath still remains. I’m in a very different headspace and I really think it’s going to make anything vaguely social even more of a challenge. I spaced out during the walk with my boss and coworker when they were talking to me, gods. How the fuck do I do this?

Noon prayer rite went well, walk after.

More drama. I wish I could say that this was unusual and that none of this started until recently, but this is like…year old drama from people who are for unknown reasons obsessed with me and think I am evil incarnate. Wow.

The urge to get away from it all, is all too strong.

It occurred to me the other night how we take what we see around us for granted. That there are sets of rules, stability, and an order to things. That reality has a form, or we would slowly descend into madness if we survived it at all.

Evening rite went well.

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