Writing ten minutes a day, decisions to make about whether to make complete sentences, digging deeper into the humiliations of my life, making decisions about what I see.  Farrah Fawcett, for instance, this is the weekend of Farrah Fawcett and I am having a good time, working on a little fear because Groth is so scary and my job sucks.  But this blog is to improve my skills as a writer so I can move forward with channeling and possibly making money. I had the idea that I would have a blog dedicated to the death of rock journalists.  Conversations are running in my head.  Farrah has been extremely powerful so far.  Billy Idol is playing this weekend, I wonder if it’s worth it to see him.

I stop for a minute thinking about how I might miss Johnny Depp in concert this week, even though I wanted to go for a long time, but then Billy Idol is playing on the 9th — which is fucked because I have overtime.  Later I’ll be rich and I’ll do all that shit.  Another pause while adjustments are made.  Magic is all in and around me, perhaps this could be channeling.

If I just had some specifics to focus on, an intention to create some kind of wormhole, some kind of space, some kind of world,  some kind of death, some kind of story, Caroline makes the final adjustments.

It is a kind of magical act, and I am calling forth forces.  I remember sitting in the library last Saturday.  I don’t care, anyway, there’s never going to be anything.  I have a lot of stuff to deal with at work, the power they have, but I’m just going to insist that I can get free of it.  What do I follow inward?  I can just remember — write and think at the same time, broken mind,  a doorway out of this world.  The power focuses in the center.  The energy moves, and what are the images of people then?  There is a divine power in it, and I am manifesting it.  A sense of those GR monsters and their idiotic hellishness.  Why should people so stupid exist?  I wonder if this blog has a search function.  I wonder if it’s going to serve my ability to write if I just do stream of consciousness like this?  I should develop some kind of plan, or start working on fiction.  But then what would I be?  At least I seem to be calling up the relevant confusion so I can master it, the loss of boundaries.  I am getting the magic back.