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Wed, June 11--Today I went to church.
I've been studying this Celestial Chorister's thesis on Correspondence for nearly two months now, and I've gotten some real insights into this who The One concept. Reading is one thing. Experiencing is another. So I got up Wednesday, figured out when St. Uriel's was having services, and went so I could go experience two masses. And a lot of silence in between.
I also looked up St. Uriel. Supposedly the fourth angel, which may have been added to complete the four cardinal points (South). Light of God (fast as the speed of light--or faster?). One of the Angels of Presence (able to see the face of God--not all angels can do this). Uriel serves as the Eyes for God in Milton's Paradise Lost and is the sharpest-sighted angel in all of Heaven. Coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not.
The masses were... eh. They were masses. Fortunately not many people go on Wednesdays. Only the overly zealous, penitent sinners, and those seeking miracles. I could tell there was one of the latter present, a few rows in front of me. He was weeping but silent in his prayers and stayed after mass had ended. The father eventually came over to talk with him. Long story short, I wove some Entropic patterns and infused him with luck. A miracle? Probably not. But the guy clearly needed a break. I think I gave him a good one--whatever it will be. God works in mysterious ways, right?
I was briefly pestered by the father, but I assured him I was just there to meditate and enjoy the holy ambiance of the church itself. He finally left and I was able to let my mind drift sideways through reality. This is not the first time I've been to this church, but it has been about a decade. I've matured. I've grown. And I've learned more about both Prime and Spirit--and how to sense and use them--along the way. I couldn't really sense it before, but... the place does have a certain resonance. Get enough people believing in the pews and, over time, they shape unseen forces. Influence reality. I can sense that now. I can feel it. Here, at least.
My hands began burning again. Not on fire, but the beneath-the-skin burning I get from time to time. I don't know what that means, but it usually means I've a compulsion or need to work magic. A sign? I don't know. Do I look like an archangel?
I hope this place survives the coming riots.
I've been studying this Celestial Chorister's thesis on Correspondence for nearly two months now, and I've gotten some real insights into this who The One concept. Reading is one thing. Experiencing is another. So I got up Wednesday, figured out when St. Uriel's was having services, and went so I could go experience two masses. And a lot of silence in between.
I also looked up St. Uriel. Supposedly the fourth angel, which may have been added to complete the four cardinal points (South). Light of God (fast as the speed of light--or faster?). One of the Angels of Presence (able to see the face of God--not all angels can do this). Uriel serves as the Eyes for God in Milton's Paradise Lost and is the sharpest-sighted angel in all of Heaven. Coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not.
The masses were... eh. They were masses. Fortunately not many people go on Wednesdays. Only the overly zealous, penitent sinners, and those seeking miracles. I could tell there was one of the latter present, a few rows in front of me. He was weeping but silent in his prayers and stayed after mass had ended. The father eventually came over to talk with him. Long story short, I wove some Entropic patterns and infused him with luck. A miracle? Probably not. But the guy clearly needed a break. I think I gave him a good one--whatever it will be. God works in mysterious ways, right?
I was briefly pestered by the father, but I assured him I was just there to meditate and enjoy the holy ambiance of the church itself. He finally left and I was able to let my mind drift sideways through reality. This is not the first time I've been to this church, but it has been about a decade. I've matured. I've grown. And I've learned more about both Prime and Spirit--and how to sense and use them--along the way. I couldn't really sense it before, but... the place does have a certain resonance. Get enough people believing in the pews and, over time, they shape unseen forces. Influence reality. I can sense that now. I can feel it. Here, at least.
My hands began burning again. Not on fire, but the beneath-the-skin burning I get from time to time. I don't know what that means, but it usually means I've a compulsion or need to work magic. A sign? I don't know. Do I look like an archangel?
I hope this place survives the coming riots.
Wed, June 11--Another note to Karuvar.
St. Uriel's isn't far from Copper Sands. I decided to leave Karuvar another message on his computer, left in an open Notepad window.
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Wed, June 11--Supplies acquired
I dropped by a couple discount grocery stores and bought a lot of dried goods and food that'd be good for camping/hiking. I ended up with three carts of stuff and a $400 bill. But that's enough food to last a long time, should infrastructure collapse or the sept gets refuges. And if it turns out I was overzealous, I can just drop it off with the garou later. And it fits neatly into four large plastic totes. I think I can haul those out to the Walker's cave with just four trips. That might be possible for me to do in a day, though it'd be back-breakingly hard. of course..... Schrodinger's Cat = My plastic totes. Once sealed, are they full of stuff? If there is stuff, is it light? Heavy? I think it will be very light later. Still a shitload of hiking, but I can probably carry or drag two totes and not make myself ludicrously sore in the process. Go, go Jedi Orphan magick!
Thursday, June 12--The Hermitage.
Dirk Duncan, the Fang that dropped out of the umbra (and, what, 400+ years ago) in Harbor Park had put up a notice about The Hermitage, which is basically a secret repository of lore. Books mostly, but some artifacts. I offered to donate a laptop, storage backup, etc. for cataloging it--as it's uncatalogued. An uncatalogued occultish library. The temptation to simply start swiping any useful books is pretty darn strong, and I set the software system up, so it would be ludicrously easy for me to just delete a digital entry and then "delete" a physical book. Dirk is rather Luddite in his view of technology. The laptop has to be solar powered (not a problem), have no internet access capabilities (very similar to what I did with the computer that was in my Sanctum at Kenward's), and--for good measure--I locked the sumbitch down completely so all anyone (but me) can do is boot it to the library software system. Attempting to exit just gives a shutdown notice: Yes/No? It is truly a dedicated machine. That should make Dirk happy.
Anyway. I swung by when the moon was full--curiosity made me do it--and was fully prepared to leave immediately if a garou was present. Nope. Just Quin. He mentioned that he's eager to learn about other cultures. It sounded like he was brought up as hard-core Wendigo kin, then he saw cracks in the Wendigo tribe's version of How The World Should Work and started exploring and broadening his mind. He's a curious guy. I think that might be why I like him.
Together we set up the new system and did some data entry for a few things Quin had read. By then, I was ready to go home. Brain full, I vegged out in front of the TV and fell asleep on the downstairs futon.
Fri, Jun 13--Revelations from a phone call with Emma.
I called Emma up to tell her that my guest (Ila) had left. (OMG, Ila-Cougar fell asleep at one point with her tail in her mouth! I shall speak of this to NO ONE. Not even Ila. The girl does like her some tail, though.)
Emma told me that a bunch of evacuees from NYC died when a moon bridge collapsed. Ishmael was the only one who made it. (I'd heard of him in the past, but I never met him.) Mouse has apparently disappeared again, but Salem says she's just missing--and not necessarily dead.
Emma finally dropped the "L" word. Which I didn't want to do first, but... You know, it's not like I routinely ask about shacking with someone in their mom's house and tell their kinfolk mother that, hey, I'm a warper. The "L" was--I think--very much implied. :) We'll see where all of this goes if we're both alive in 6 or 12 months.
Emma told me to be careful, but I don't think that I'm standing in the line of fire in this one. Whatever happened in NYC seemed to be after the Green's caern/sept. I suspect all these riots are covers for attacking septs/caerns. I'm not in danger. Emma is. So I told HER to watch herself and be careful.
I told her that I'd be secretly involved in the DNA extraction operation coming up soon, but that I'd be some distance away playing guardian angel for Silvertip, so basically out of harm's way. (If things go well, Silvertip and I plan to swipe a lot of their interesting tech on the way out, and I spent the day putting together a plug-and-infest data-destroying virus collection on a flash drive. If we're lucky, it'll set DNA back a little bit and they'll lose some data.
Emma is also worried about her mom and daughter. I told her I'd go over there tonight and do a ritual to see if they'd be safe in the immediate future. (They're further out than me, so I assume so, but I'll check anyway because I suspect it'll give Emma some peace of mind.) Yay. Spending the night at the better-half's mother's house--without the SO present. No, this won't be awkward at all. And neither will the ritual I'll do later in the bedroom. Wow, that sounds way kinkier than it is.
Also got Emma to agree to haul the plastic totes to the cave for me. She can shift to a much larger form and easily carry two totes. So I'm going to go get two more to make it a nice, even 6 totes of supplies for the Walker cave.
I've also asked Emma to flag down Jacinta if she sees her and tell her that I need to talk with her ASAP--and that she can even come visit me at my cabin or I will come to her. I think it's time to revisit what I can do for the sept now that they're in substantial danger. Too bad that removes some of their negotiating leverage in the process. I wonder.... Would they grant me access to the caern if the caern was in immediate danger? And am I willing to risk life and limb to get access to it?
St. Uriel's isn't far from Copper Sands. I decided to leave Karuvar another message on his computer, left in an open Notepad window.
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Karuvar,
Expect riots to occur in Saint Claire within 1-3 weeks. Your area of town will be affected, but it appears--at least in the near future--that Copper Sands will go unmolested by these riots that will be centered largely on the northwestern part of the city and the Courthouse vicinity. Still, do take care and precautions.
I sincerely apologize for this second intrusion, but thought you would be highly interested in this information. And no, I am not causing them.
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I hope he appreciates the information. I didn't loiter and spy to find out. Despite the momentary intrusion, I am giving him and his guests the privacy they likely want.
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I hope he appreciates the information. I didn't loiter and spy to find out. Despite the momentary intrusion, I am giving him and his guests the privacy they likely want.
Wed, June 11--Supplies acquired
I dropped by a couple discount grocery stores and bought a lot of dried goods and food that'd be good for camping/hiking. I ended up with three carts of stuff and a $400 bill. But that's enough food to last a long time, should infrastructure collapse or the sept gets refuges. And if it turns out I was overzealous, I can just drop it off with the garou later. And it fits neatly into four large plastic totes. I think I can haul those out to the Walker's cave with just four trips. That might be possible for me to do in a day, though it'd be back-breakingly hard. of course..... Schrodinger's Cat = My plastic totes. Once sealed, are they full of stuff? If there is stuff, is it light? Heavy? I think it will be very light later. Still a shitload of hiking, but I can probably carry or drag two totes and not make myself ludicrously sore in the process. Go, go Jedi Orphan magick!
Thursday, June 12--The Hermitage.
Dirk Duncan, the Fang that dropped out of the umbra (and, what, 400+ years ago) in Harbor Park had put up a notice about The Hermitage, which is basically a secret repository of lore. Books mostly, but some artifacts. I offered to donate a laptop, storage backup, etc. for cataloging it--as it's uncatalogued. An uncatalogued occultish library. The temptation to simply start swiping any useful books is pretty darn strong, and I set the software system up, so it would be ludicrously easy for me to just delete a digital entry and then "delete" a physical book. Dirk is rather Luddite in his view of technology. The laptop has to be solar powered (not a problem), have no internet access capabilities (very similar to what I did with the computer that was in my Sanctum at Kenward's), and--for good measure--I locked the sumbitch down completely so all anyone (but me) can do is boot it to the library software system. Attempting to exit just gives a shutdown notice: Yes/No? It is truly a dedicated machine. That should make Dirk happy.
Anyway. I swung by when the moon was full--curiosity made me do it--and was fully prepared to leave immediately if a garou was present. Nope. Just Quin. He mentioned that he's eager to learn about other cultures. It sounded like he was brought up as hard-core Wendigo kin, then he saw cracks in the Wendigo tribe's version of How The World Should Work and started exploring and broadening his mind. He's a curious guy. I think that might be why I like him.
Together we set up the new system and did some data entry for a few things Quin had read. By then, I was ready to go home. Brain full, I vegged out in front of the TV and fell asleep on the downstairs futon.
Fri, Jun 13--Revelations from a phone call with Emma.
I called Emma up to tell her that my guest (Ila) had left. (OMG, Ila-Cougar fell asleep at one point with her tail in her mouth! I shall speak of this to NO ONE. Not even Ila. The girl does like her some tail, though.)
Emma told me that a bunch of evacuees from NYC died when a moon bridge collapsed. Ishmael was the only one who made it. (I'd heard of him in the past, but I never met him.) Mouse has apparently disappeared again, but Salem says she's just missing--and not necessarily dead.
Emma finally dropped the "L" word. Which I didn't want to do first, but... You know, it's not like I routinely ask about shacking with someone in their mom's house and tell their kinfolk mother that, hey, I'm a warper. The "L" was--I think--very much implied. :) We'll see where all of this goes if we're both alive in 6 or 12 months.
Emma told me to be careful, but I don't think that I'm standing in the line of fire in this one. Whatever happened in NYC seemed to be after the Green's caern/sept. I suspect all these riots are covers for attacking septs/caerns. I'm not in danger. Emma is. So I told HER to watch herself and be careful.
I told her that I'd be secretly involved in the DNA extraction operation coming up soon, but that I'd be some distance away playing guardian angel for Silvertip, so basically out of harm's way. (If things go well, Silvertip and I plan to swipe a lot of their interesting tech on the way out, and I spent the day putting together a plug-and-infest data-destroying virus collection on a flash drive. If we're lucky, it'll set DNA back a little bit and they'll lose some data.
Emma is also worried about her mom and daughter. I told her I'd go over there tonight and do a ritual to see if they'd be safe in the immediate future. (They're further out than me, so I assume so, but I'll check anyway because I suspect it'll give Emma some peace of mind.) Yay. Spending the night at the better-half's mother's house--without the SO present. No, this won't be awkward at all. And neither will the ritual I'll do later in the bedroom. Wow, that sounds way kinkier than it is.
Also got Emma to agree to haul the plastic totes to the cave for me. She can shift to a much larger form and easily carry two totes. So I'm going to go get two more to make it a nice, even 6 totes of supplies for the Walker cave.
I've also asked Emma to flag down Jacinta if she sees her and tell her that I need to talk with her ASAP--and that she can even come visit me at my cabin or I will come to her. I think it's time to revisit what I can do for the sept now that they're in substantial danger. Too bad that removes some of their negotiating leverage in the process. I wonder.... Would they grant me access to the caern if the caern was in immediate danger? And am I willing to risk life and limb to get access to it?
