I’m not sure what’s happening, but the ghost of Peter Steele appeared earlier today, and suddenly I am over the hurdle. I’ve been experimenting in private with dream states and trances for a long time, but it’s been years since I’ve done a semi-public one like this. I wish there was a way to do timestamps on WordPress. I’ll have to experiment.

A few days ago I woke up seeing Paris Hilton, which always makes me happy. I have an angel who filters through her image. Then William F. Buckley appeared and the two were having an interesting relationship as fellow New Englanders. Last week I went to the Art Institute and passed by the Palmer House Hilton. I had just seen an exhibit including the Palmers as great Chicago art collectors of the early 20th century. So I was thinking about old money and influence, which both of tonight’s guests have or had. Peter Steele, on the other hand, did not.

I’m cherishing my dreamlike coziness, with a long night ahead of 3D and Photoshop tutorials. I’ll be posting throughout the evening, exploring the boundary between private and public spirituality.