Eric Jennings

Eric Jennings

he/him, dilettante, writer, invocateur, noise-maker, accidental yogi and dabbler in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics

Posts

And So It Is, And So Am I

The high priestess is the Gateway, she offers you the key to your subconscious, your dreams, your intuition. Listen to your subconscious, the wisdom you have deep within. You need to blend your intellect with your intuition as you embark on the spiritual journey.

In Which a Neighborhood Witch Comes to My Aide

another little piece of the story... (this is an addendum to this) i had intended to bring a tarot deck to use in my personal part of this weekend's ritual, but i absent-mindedly left it home last night, while pondering what i'm going to say/do

Pagan Influences on the Psyche of People Living With CPTSD, or Blowing My Own Mind, in Which I'm the Hero

we may have been victimized while young and powerless, but we are today survivors who carry within us the seeds of power and liberation from the pain of suffering

Pumiquat

he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know

Kitchen Memories

i'm not always sure if a story in the archive is a memory or a dream

Who Am I This Time?

One of the key symptoms of paranoia is the belief that one is the literal center of the universe. What I mean by that is that the entire world, as far as human perception allows, exists solely for the purpose of tormenting, and ultimately, murdering me.

Buried Alive

Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.

Random Encounter

As we wept—my father and I—I wondered if it was for his friend, after all. I wondered if it was for him. I wonder if it was for me.

Anguinum

The original trauma was birth and everthying that follows is but preparation for the trauma of death. Of letting go of all that we have learned. It is only through remembering that we can die because remembering is to forget.

What We Love Is What We Hope Is Who We Are

The thing I remember most about being young is the longing I felt, though I knew not for what.

My Vertical Interrogation

I believe I am the figment of a little boy’s imagination. He’s trying to imagine himself in the future. In a different future than the one he expects. I am ten years old imaging I am sixty-three.