Encyclopedia of Slip-ways.... Mirrors

Mirrors are dangerous and not to be taken idely. 

DO NOT ever look into a mirror in the dark. 

Doing so can trap a fracture of your soul within there

Mirrors are doorways and a form of slip-way. 

The oldest story -  or one of them -  about mirrors is that the devil made a mirror.  All who looked into the mirror became warped in soul,  and would see the world as ugly.  The devil attempted to fly to heaven to warp heaven itself but the mirror broke. It shattered into a million pieces and fell back to earth. Some people got it in their eyes and others made mirrors from the pieces. Still others got pieces stuck in their heart: creating cruelty,  hatred and malice in mankind. 

It is also said that the Snow Queen -  Winter herself -  tried to re-build the mirror. She needed every piece and so would take people who still had a fracture of that mirror within them. 

An entity,  a spirit haunts all mirrors,  it is malevolent and terrifying and was created by the ammassed legion of spirits who passed violently before a mirror. 

Mirrors are not always so dangerous,  sometimes they lead to other realms or dimensions and sometimes... They reveal what you are at your deepest. 

Cats can navigate the strange pathways through mirrors. 


Scar xx

Encyclopedia of Slip-ways, Doorways and Half-Creatures...

Entry One:

Slag Heaps

And

Goblins. 

Slag Heaps are found in forests,  and particularly about Ghost Gums. They are recognizable for their vast size, a hill fashioned from the compost of the forest, pale stones and twisted branches. Mud too is deep within its structure. 

Slag Heaps are just one of the few Doorways into the Goblin Realm. 

To access the Realm from the Slag Heaps,  find one at half light -  morning or afternoon is fine -  and bring a blade just in case. Also it is useful to bring a pocket filled with five cents.   Usually though,  you will not need to use it. For most,  it is enough to stand upon the muddiest,  softest part of the Heap and this could be anywhere. So search carefully and once you find it, stand there and clear your mind. 

Eventually,  you will begin to sink. 

Once you sink below you will be in the Hallways of the Goblin. 

Goblins have rough skin and are alarming physically. They move easily through the in-between places of our world, through computers,  wall spaces,  attics,  basements,  the corners of your eyes and corners.  In ancient cultures they were responsible for.the theft of babies and leaving a changeling in their place. 

They love five cents,  socks and other nicknacks,  responsible for the lost things of our world and malfunctioning traffic lights and computers. 

Scar xx

A Small List of All Hallows Safeguards.

A small list of All Hallow's Eve Safeguards... 

- NEVER look directly into mirrors in a dark room,  it can steal fractures of your soul and wake the beings that dwell behind it. 

- Lady bugs are good luck. 

- Killing ladybugs is bad luck and will cause the building you are in to catch on fire at some point. 

- Gecko's are good luck and ward off the creep crawls Minor Grade. 

- Moths represent death and its really bad luck if you kill them.  Most likely it will bring death or disease such as neumonia or mild colds. 

- Never keep your back to a doorway,  a mirror or a room. Things move in the shadows where we do not look and can crawl inside. 

- Cats are un-luck. As are crows. Able to navigate the hidden doorways and slip-ways of our world.   Occasionally they bring good fortune and at other times they herald oncoming horrors. If you are often followed by such creatures it means that you are of-kin,  a familiar with associations to Loki and with similar attributes. Crows and cats also increase access to the in-between places. 

- Don't step on cracks in footpaths. They are slip-ways and can bring bad luck. 

- Beware getting shit on by a crow,  it brings terrible bad luck for a day. 

- Snakes are good luck. (pythons,  cobras and green tree snakes). 

- Green tree frogs are good luck and ward against demons. 

- The presence of any other frog inside your home means a demon is within your walls.  DO NOT kill it but remove it as quickly as possible. 

- Be careful of what you say. Fate listens and enjoys playing the trixter and on occasion,  the executioner. 

- Breaking a mirror earns you seven hundred years of bad luck. 

- Always leave five cents at your front door or around the house.  It appeases and feeds the gremlins. 

- Always keep noise in the background,  silence breeds other things. 

- Be so scary that the monsters welcome you with open arms rather than teeth and claws. 

- Psalm 91 is an ancient ward against demons. 

See you on the other side of this nightmare season. 

Scar xx 

Just a Small Post-script to Lunacy: trigger warnin.

Where do demons go to rest? 

This night... 

This silence has no end. 

I see them now... 

The after-impressions the monstrosities leave in the air, 

Like the afterburn of a photo... 

Shredded clothes, 

Jagged teeth... 

Just behind me, 

Always moving... 

Fast as lightning. 

Some of the creatures i see clearly, 

Others through the cornees of my eyes... 

Others... 

Move in impressions. 

I seek my way further into the heart of darkness, 

I must see the true monsters... 

To see the abyss in its entirety. 

You think you know the darkness? 

The crawling,  shifting,  pulsing... 

Jittery-scritchy movements

And chattering and noises and white noise, 

In all the grey areas... 

The static,  the silence,  the noise behind the shower? 

That is there day or night, 

Always the creeping of distorted faces and creatures everywhere... 

Hiding knives everywhere in the fated hope that something, 

So useless... 

Will save us from beings that can be harmed by no blade. 

Inciting verses and symbols, 

Talismens and safeguards do not work... 

They are inside

And they are

Everywhere

And hungry

And murderous 

And here

Now

Now

Now here. 

The smallest of things can twist and warp, 

The smallest gears of the mind. 

A simple name... 

De Vermis mysteriis. 

And we bring the darkness through. 

Do you ever find yourself smiling upside down into a mirror? 

Don't... 

It traps your soul

And now all we say is this

Hahahahaha

Dont worry.. 

They are

Just getting me used to when these demons will ushur me sweetly into Hell. 

Doomed you see... 

Where do demons go when they're host is taken from them? 

To the Daughter... 

Do you need a rainstorm?

A thunderstorm has attached itself to me... 

Sleep Paralysis: Entry 01

There was a storm in my bedroom last night... 

In the darkest hour, 

Felt the chains bind tight... 

The pressure of a thousand fathoms crushing, 

Us down... 

The way the shadows warp, 

Even with the lights we keep on... 

How long we stay awake, 

The chattering in the darkness... 

Scuttling in the corners, 

Scuttles underneath... 

The white static noise, 

Deafening in our ears... 

The wind, 

Freezing that raged everywhere... 

The ravens that shrieked, 

Movement... Insects  on my hands... 

It doesn't matter if we stay awake, 

The monsters walk in the dark hours... 

Eyes sewed open, 

Eyes sewed close... 

Where do demons go when they are, 

Cast out of their host... 

They latch on, 

The legions... 

The feral hounds with their eyes, 

That burn apart... 

Us. 

More and more, 

You see the cycles of darkness we bring. 

Maelstrom in a bedroom... 

And we are laughing alone, 

In an empty house... 

We are never awake. 

Un-wake...

A tune unfinished... 

Drifts through these hours, 

Of hauntings and leviathans... 

I walked into the Between last night, 

To the place beyond the Long Pale... 

Somewhere near and far from the distance of day, 

The embrace of deepest night... 

Far past what has been left to us, 

This heart that is as foreign to us as a different planet. 

I travel through rooms that are all the same... 

The Arctic has seeped into the still places way below, 

These fingers grey and fractured... 

The cold has teeth, 

And this embrace has knives... 

As we pace in turn to the steps death stalks us, 

An endless dance... 

When Fate, 

Did you choose your fancy to bind these chains... 

The Marrionette you still manipulate, 

When it is broken... 

Still sweet silence, 

This deal struck... 

Of rules to a game we barely knew we were playing, 

These ghost s... 

These endless faces that haunt us in these half hours, 

Oh so sweet the addiction of darkness... 

We reap what we write, 

Not what we sew... 

And now you are to join their number, 

To become what was... 

A dream fading already, 

And lost. 

These hours slowly creep. 

Herre Fate, 

I do not want to dance anymore... 

I don't suppose a truce would be to your taste? 

Though knowing you... 

Youd enjoy luring me in with such a chance. 

You staked your claim over me years passed, 

And till death shall we part... 

This monstrous game, 

Shall go on. 

Here is a riddle... 
Here is an impossibility. 

A long time ago she wandered far away... 
She found her way to a forgotten sea shore, 
Felt the call of the darkness... 
The labyrinth that binds her mind. 

Long ago she decided to leave... 
To walk into the ocean, 
To let the eddies and waters erase and carry away. 

My bunny lies over the ocean... 
My bunny lies over the sea, 
Please won't the waves... 
Bring my bunny back to me. 

Endless miles she was swept away... 
Until something heard, 
Something saw... 
And came for her. 
It dragged her down... 
Amidst the lights that rose up, 
And now she slumbers deep below... 

Open your eyes, 
Be you... 
I see a reflection of you in every image, 
Movement... 
Distraction, 
Book. 

She sleeps... 
She always sleeps, 
And i cannot wake her... 
I cannot wake you anymore.