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adrienmundi ([personal profile] adrienmundi) wrote2006-05-26 10:18 am

images/icons/presences/personifications

Sleep - (looks like a less chalky, gothy version of Gaiman's Death, very physical and visceral relationship)

the Sun - (probably my first true love. never in human form)

fire - (we came to an understanding very early; in the year I feel into a bonfire and accidentally walked on coals)

the wind - (an energetic, far travelling friend that's at times frivolous and playful, at times old, wise, and intense)

a long, straight bladed knife - (I used to occasionally feel full of sharp, swirling knives, until I "grabbed" one, blade down. since then, I feel like I'm carrying it in the same grip whenever I think about it, or whenever the image comes to mind. I don't quite understand this yet)

Euterpe - (my muse: long limbed, dark skinned, huge dark eyes, short wild curly hair, usually in a short white shift. she never speaks or sings, but evokes and encourages me. it amuses me that she's chosen me, even though I'm not a musician)

Water - (from a fevered hallucination: "all water is a part of Water". I swam before I could crawl, and have always loved the rain and gotten childishly excited by bodies of water. Sometimes, if I'm having one of my "episodes" and I can immerse myself, I go to a watery grotto where there is flickering light around the corner, and the low sounds of human voices, maybe chanting)

mercury/rebus/hermes - (a symbol chosen for shallowly clever meanings, who continually makes a deeper and deeper mark in/on me; tends to answer requests after I've forgotten about them, and in surprising ways. something to do with gates/doors/openings/points of overlap. I always see it as the symbol, which is starting to sometimes stretch into what I think might be legba's veve, by way of a squared crossroads?)

[identity profile] fairyhead.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
*grumble* *grumble* I guess it makes sense. It still feels like there's a certain inconsistency that makes it not-really-real, but more a pretty turn of phrase. That's just what it feels like to me, not that it's necessarily *like* that.