A Simple and Streamlined Sigil

1/22/2026 -

I’m in our old living room in Ohio. The door is shut and I hear some unknown and I’m sure spontaneously created almost Lilith Fair sounding acoustic guitar on top of light dance beat pop tunes. I love this track but also: Wow the state of contemplative nostalgia it inspires. Profound and circular and by circular I mean that it feels like I’m thinking in a circular portal. God, the women who made this cut are all quite old now. It feels like this is a bit further in the future and I feel both good and slightly morose about this, as one would.

I return to the spectral living room and now my brother’s wife and daughter are there. I’m starting lift weights and they’re making fun of the weights. One side has far more weight on it than the other. Yeah. What the fuck am I doing? Wait a minute. Y’all did this. Oh yeah. They did and they don’t seem to know why they did nor remember it until mentioned. Curious.   

1/23/2026 -

While meditating:

“Cancer”

Pops into my head. I do need to research that more. Absolutely.

Later:

“Cassie”

This is referencing my wife’s aunt and uncle’s late dog who did in fact turn up in a lucid dream I had not long ago where she told me we were:

“Insects”

I was thinking this meant like tiny in the grand scheme of things but methinks there might be a double meaning. To elaborate, I’m later told to look into:

“The Beehive Cluster”

Which is in the cancer constellation. Insects. The hive mind. 

All shit I’ve got to research more. A bit later I’m also told that it’s illegal to hate people that entered on a lower level than you. I love how this would have to be enforced by telepathy. We can see the hate in you. You are now sentenced to mind jail. Groovy concept.

I will also say that there was just sort of a negative vibe to this whole meditative sesh and my wife did in fact tripping while walking our dogs later in the day and injured herself. It’s not bad but on the other hand, not the greatest day. I’ve got to get better at reading this stuff.

1/24/2026 –

A very boring dream where I’m waking up at work and just blowing it off all morning essentially. Except that wait, I can’t really do that. My boss is tracking everything I do. This is a legit rumination on my new work situation. I did in fact used to be able to blow off Monday mornings in a way I no longer can. I wasn’t really thinking about that consciously but also, why am I blowing off Monday morning? No idea.

I try to investigate that only to find that I’d ran like 5 print jobs. Why would I be doing that? Also, I probably shouldn’t be because it’s all tracked by the company. Obviously. I totes used to rip off postage from this architecture firm I worked at years ago though. I was in charge of the mail. Too easy.

In the next vision Cyclops is shredding an old house with his concussive blasts like it’s nothing. There’s a younger woman with messy hair wearing a flannel top in the upstairs bedroom lying down in a rickety bed. She’s kind of intuitively dodging the blasts but not actually trying to get away. She’ll be completely vaporized soon. I don’t think he even knows she’s there. Hmmm.

A father and son are sitting in a study facing a red brick fireplace in individual classily cushioned white leisure chairs. They’re both working on these framed paintings. The dad turns over and shows this son his finished work, which is a simple and streamlined sigil looking line drawing. The son then shows the dad this ridiculously intricate and amazing line drawn world etched out in the frame. I can see the father feels maybe a little guilty he didn’t put in the same kind of effort but also, there is something to simplicity. He will go a bit larger next time though. That’s a lock. This is an incredibly complex commentary on my current magick practice.

Next an attractive I’d say early 50’s woman is standing on an older wooden staircase roughly 2 stairs above me.

“You could use acting lessons.”

She tells me. Yes. This also goes right in tune with my sorcery. I need to be a better puppet and for the next half hour or so I’m essentially turning myself into the wooden steps, which involves my consciousness separating itself from my human side, turning itself flat, then entering a white light bliss trance. I know I spend quite a bit of time on the 6^th floor, which has a cool green circular pool ball-esqe number six logo. Acting.

I also warped my consciousness out of a frozen spider situation. You shouldn't have opened that fridge.

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