Halloween came late
Nov. 6th, 2020 07:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootIt turned up late the day before yesterday evening when all was dark outside. Knock knock knock on the French windows, clear and unmistakeable. And as ever when I record it here, I repeat the lore of it given to me way back in the mists of time by the daughter of a wealthy Anglo-Irish family. She was staying in my lodgings one night when we both heard a distinct tapping at the door. Because I seem to be incapable of treating anything with the WTH it actually deserves, I was going across to open it when she rugby tackled me to the floor. She told me something out of the Old Country; that if you hear a knock on your door and you know there can't be anyone out there, at all costs do not open the door for it means that a soul is getting ready to depart and has come to, I don't know, get your validation/permission/acceptance for leaving or something. Even supposing they could, why any soul would do that beats me. But in such a situation, your job is absolutely to not open the door to them, so that they fight to stay on earth at least for a while. My friend was so fierce in her belief I did as she told me and ignored it. I still do.
Sends a shiver down my spine though. Guess it's the time of year for it.
Today I wake from the most peculiar dream, muddled yet strangely pointed and clear. I ran like a girl again from my mother's house to a church, down tree-dotted boulevards praying as I ran. It was early morning. Found a bag and took it for no real reason, opened it and noticed it was full of bottles of booze and video tapes, took it back to the Church and gave it to the embarrassed priest. Met a dead friend of mine, Lilith Babellon. She and Whimsy wanted me to stick around, enjoy some food and cocktails with them, but I was aware I had left no message with Mum and had to get back. Running around a different London through streets unknown til I came across the Tower. This is a part of the city very familiar to me but it was all changed. The landscape to the East beyond the Tower was like a huge building site, I didn't even see the Thames, which should have been close on my right. There were curious buildings there, different shapes and colours though resembling industrial plants/ office blocks with cartoon monsters trying to get into them; it looked like some major animated campaign for keeping Covid out of buildings. I was suddenly among people who wanted to feed me; because they didn't know what I would eat or I seemed sensitive of stomach, they got me steamed and boiled veg. But I wasn't hungry, I had to get home to Mum. Then I was back at the Church where again food was provided. This was all meat, including skulls of small creatures. I wouldn't eat this stuff either, but gave it to the cats and dogs clustering around me.
My subconscious knows its fairy lore! If you eat the food in fairyland, you may never get back, and of course, the dead are sometimes found among the good folk. It would make sense for Lilith, and ties up with my regrets at not spending Halloween on the Eildon hills. Happy Halloween! It may be belated but it's lasting and lasting...
Speaking of which, the US election trundles on, but the nightmare reveals himself unabashed. Stop the count here and keep up the count there all according to where it suits him, talking about legal votes and illegal votes as if the latter was an assured fact, as if his losing ever in anything constitutes proof of fraud. He's an ever less rational tyrant, dangerous to his own folk and the world. Who knew that that the nastiest Halloween monster of 2020 would turn out to be the Great Pumpkin on crack?
Sends a shiver down my spine though. Guess it's the time of year for it.
Today I wake from the most peculiar dream, muddled yet strangely pointed and clear. I ran like a girl again from my mother's house to a church, down tree-dotted boulevards praying as I ran. It was early morning. Found a bag and took it for no real reason, opened it and noticed it was full of bottles of booze and video tapes, took it back to the Church and gave it to the embarrassed priest. Met a dead friend of mine, Lilith Babellon. She and Whimsy wanted me to stick around, enjoy some food and cocktails with them, but I was aware I had left no message with Mum and had to get back. Running around a different London through streets unknown til I came across the Tower. This is a part of the city very familiar to me but it was all changed. The landscape to the East beyond the Tower was like a huge building site, I didn't even see the Thames, which should have been close on my right. There were curious buildings there, different shapes and colours though resembling industrial plants/ office blocks with cartoon monsters trying to get into them; it looked like some major animated campaign for keeping Covid out of buildings. I was suddenly among people who wanted to feed me; because they didn't know what I would eat or I seemed sensitive of stomach, they got me steamed and boiled veg. But I wasn't hungry, I had to get home to Mum. Then I was back at the Church where again food was provided. This was all meat, including skulls of small creatures. I wouldn't eat this stuff either, but gave it to the cats and dogs clustering around me.
My subconscious knows its fairy lore! If you eat the food in fairyland, you may never get back, and of course, the dead are sometimes found among the good folk. It would make sense for Lilith, and ties up with my regrets at not spending Halloween on the Eildon hills. Happy Halloween! It may be belated but it's lasting and lasting...
Speaking of which, the US election trundles on, but the nightmare reveals himself unabashed. Stop the count here and keep up the count there all according to where it suits him, talking about legal votes and illegal votes as if the latter was an assured fact, as if his losing ever in anything constitutes proof of fraud. He's an ever less rational tyrant, dangerous to his own folk and the world. Who knew that that the nastiest Halloween monster of 2020 would turn out to be the Great Pumpkin on crack?
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