I done some time traveling in my time. Been getting premonitions since I was at the beginning and gone right to the end more than a few times. Memory is a soup and now is maybe a crouton or little cube of ham. You can quote me on that please do it’ll be funny.
Tried going to a psych recently but how do you talk about sorcery with someone who is mainly just quiet and then asks “how do you feel”? Answer is you have a panic attack and then irish shuffle back to your crazy little hole.
Maybe the page is the only way to get that stuff out. Also God but that’s between me and capital Him. Innernet is full of crazies like me so someone’s bound to be empathising. Universe is a big scary place but we are big scary people so we are in good company. Do your crazy person tinfoil hat rituals, take your meds, have one too many beers with a good friend who knows to much about you and go easy on yourself because you’re trying. That’s my advice as an official magic user. Here’s a poem about time travel:
Our dark before the dawn
Let’s make a fold
From now to then
Let’s rip a hole in time
And dig ourselves a tunnel
Clawing and squeezing and gasping
And let the light from tomorrow
Shine through
To our dark before the dawn
Let’s hear ourselves
Grey-bearded and world beaten
Talk to us kind and wise
And tell us
Everything will be fine
As long as we love and hold true
We’ll feel the warmth of a distant sun
Stolen or borrowed from our future
Because we need it now
When the winter is coldest
When our faith is trampled
When the things are hard
We will take a breath
From lungs that aren’t ours yet
Of air strained clean of our hurt
And maybe this is the only way
To become our future selves
Grasp them now
And be dragged in their wake
To tomorrow
Skydekkerix 