small white dog

May 15, 2024

Recently I’ve had so many end-of-the-world kinds of dreams.

Last night I was in a HUGE house that was on fire, and somehow it was my fault. The Magician’s nephew was in the house and died.
His whole family and several friends of the family came to show support at a vigil. I was overwhelmed with guilt.
The grand and beautiful house was decimated, with all the interiors and walls melted off the beams.

I also had a dog following me, a cream-colored, goofy and messy one. It kept interrupting me during high-stakes social interactions, and I was annoyed and missed Momo.

A psychic once told me that I have a small white dog attached to me, one I cared for in a past life.
I think the psychic was a charlatan, but I do find the assertion intriguing, especially given my love of dogs and that Hecate, goddess of dogs, is one of my goddesses.
My intuition tells me that at present other planes of existence—including my psyche, my soul—are reaching out, and I’m unable at present to access or communicate with them.
I’m really yearning to connect with my spirituality on a deep level; it’s difficult to be a solitary practitioner and also maximize my magical practice.

Some day I might seek out an advisor, or maybe one will find me as I prepare myself spiritually for more information.

I doubt I’m going to connect with anyone in Salt Lake City, since I’m on my way out.

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