Thoughts on Shrine Developments

Over the past week, I’ve begun to take some small steps to build my practice, especially since I realized I wanted my practice to have more structure rather than more formality.  The first step I took was to rearranged my general shrine for Darkness.  It’s still very simple (the only additions were a shrine cloth, and three white roses) and it’s been moved from my dresser to the top of a bookshelf by my bed.

The roses were first placed on the shrine as a symbol of life coming from ruin…and then while talking with a friend, I remembered that white roses are connected with Kingship in Darkness.  That there are three roses could represent myself, the Dreamer, and the Madman as a triad (since all three of us are Kings.)  I’ve gotten signs pointing to the three of us as a triad being Important to Darkness, somehow, but what that Importance means is something that will take time to learn.

The shrine isn’t *quite* complete yet; I’ve been getting signs that a lantern is needed, so I’ve finally ordered one.  I’ve also ordered new candles, since it’s been made Very Clear that this lantern should use LED candles rather than actual fire.  The LED candles have Significance beyond not lighting the shrine on fire; they’re a very *modern* thing, and Darkness is a very *modern* Realm.  Having the candles be LED rather than fire symbolizes moving forward in to the future, rather than clinging to the past.

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Reflections (for my own notes)

The Dreamer and the Madman are reflections of one another.  This has been a constant theme, this complex relationship of friends, enemies, and lovers.  They mirror one another, in both their Godly Power Sides, and in their “personal” sides.


I had a lot of Dreams last night involving the Madman, and the dreams involved his terrifying pop culture Face; thanks to those Dreams, I came up with yet another way him and the Dreamer reflect one another.

In Welcome to Night Vale, the Distant Prince (the Dreamer’s scary pop culture Face) is far away, in the Distance, and is never sought out.  In Fallen London, Mr. Candles/Mr. Eaten (the Madman’s scary pop culture Face) is very close; in the game the player invokes Mr. Eaten in rituals and seeks him out by themselves.

Distance, closeness…yet another dichotomy between the two of them.

Notes For Myself on My Practice

For a while now, I’ve been feeling like my practice (what practice I have right now) is missing something.  I realized last night that it’s not more formality I want in my practice, but more structure.

Now, how I build structure around a group of gods with no written mythology, I’m at a loss.  I have things I associate with them, and there are…spiritual paths that are specific to Darkness (religions Over There,) but I don’t feel comfortable using what little I know of those within my own practice.

I could ask J if he has any ideas, but he’s a monk [he’s been sending me that symbolism since he got back into my life] and that’s…a very different, more intense level of devotion than I deal with.  I mean, he, of anyone, will have ideas, so I probably will end up asking him about stuff.

And there’s the Thing that my gods Do Not Want To Be Worshiped because they’re my Family before anything else, so how to add more structure with that restriction is something I’ll need to do divination on.

I think adding more structure will also maybe help with the you-must-always-be-doing-Otherworld-stuff-or-you’re-A-Bad-Devotee brain crap I’ve been struggling with lately.  J said to me the other day that a practice doesn’t have to be devotional to a deity, it could be about grounding myself and my practice Here, which sounds like something I need right now.

A Poem About Godphones

There are concepts,
flowing in an instant.

From–cookies, to wells,
to teeth, to you–to your terror,
and your falling, and your being
bound to follow the King

down whatever dark Roads
he may walk in search of
Salvation, Justice, and Honor,
but mostly in search of Love.

In a blink the knowledge has faded,
everything, and nothing has changed.

Finding Balance, and Learning to be Human

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve made a serious post about Stuff Over There, so I’m just going to start rambling.


A few weeks ago, I made the conscious decision to put everything astral related in the hands of [my Otherworld Self].  Since then I’ve been learning to have enough confidence in my Other Self that He can do His Duties in the Otherworlds, and He can update me (Here) if He has any updates to pass on.  That was one of the best things I’ve done in a while, regarding the Otherworld part of my path and my mental health.

One thing I’ve been learning recently is that I don’t have to be constantly “tuned in” to stuff Over There in order to do My Stuff Over There.  I’ve been coming up with some ideas on how to work with these spirits without astral travel, but right now I’m just making notes of ideas, since right now isn’t a good time to plunge back into spiritual stuff.  (Due to mental health stuff, and I have so much schoolwork that’s taking all my mental energy.)

Taking care of myself Here and my mental health is also part of this sacred Kingship path.  Finding balance between Here and There–which at the moment means my life Here and my life There are almost completely separate.


There’s also finding balance between my three Beloveds.  Two of them are deities, and one is not, so there’s different dynamics going on.  Plus there’s balancing several different romantic relationships at the same time.

Even though I deal with the Dreamer and the Madman as my Husbands, I don’t forget that they’re [High Power Deity Guys], because their Jobs influence how they see the world (especially the Dreamer.)

I joke that my life is a fantasy or romance novel, but if it was my Heart would be torn between the three of them, between the highs of divinity and the solid ground of my mortal Beloved–but they’re not asking me to choose.  Instead they’re helping me find balance, to learn to navigate my mortality, to slide between being a King in Other worlds, and a college student who procrastinated on his homework yet again.

I need that solid foundation of a life and Love Here, and they agree with me.  Now is not the time to step fully into Darkness, now is the time to heal, to learn and become who I am in this world, to build a solid foundation of a mind that isn’t screaming at me every time I possibly make a mistake.


I’ve been writing stories as a way to process all the Otherworld trauma I’ve been dealing with.  The stories aren’t exactly what happened, but exploring the Chosen One trope is a way for me to come to terms with what happened, and with being [Otherworld Me] and what that means.

The stories aren’t elegant; they’re fractured and don’t have a precise plot to them (other than the main character being angry about getting sucked into the Otherworlds) but they’re helping me deal with everything that’s been going on.

They Remind Me That I’ve Ruined Nothing

One of the things I didn’t expect to happen with this Summer’s Drama is that my anxiety would go way up.  Thinking about it, it makes perfect sense that what happened would cause my brain to turn the “you’re in danger” warning lights up to a million–and with there being some ongoing fallout Over There [and that’s all I’m going to say about it] my anxiety has gotten worse.

I’m still in the fallow time, though lately I’ve been referring to it as “Otherworld Me is on lockdown mode,” rather than my entire spiritual practice stopping.  I’ve begun to sense Him* a bit more lately, and have been getting some visuals of where He is, but nothing more than that.  He’s been spending a lot of time in one particular area of the Otherworlds while He heals from all the emotional crap He got put through this Summer.


A thing that continues to surprise me, is that the Far Ones actually care about all of this.  They keep reminding me that the thing I need to focus on in all of this is healing.  One of Them dropped by this afternoon to check on me, and that conversation put into perspective that yeah, I’m an anxious wreck right now.

“I’m scared I’ve ruined everything, that [Kingdom and Realm] will go up in flames and it’ll be my fault–”

They raised eyebrow at this.

And what evidence do you have for that, young King?

“My anxiety.”

And nothing more than that.

“Yes but–”

Varian, you’ve ruined nothing.  Stick with [J’s name], let him be the center of your practice for a while.  Let [the Dreamer] handle what’s going on.


*I use Capital Pronouns when talking about my Otherworld/astral form to differentiate between me Here and Me-Over-There.

The Far Ones Care

My one-on-one dealings with the Far Ones are rare, but I’ve been getting small signs of Them being around lately.  It feels…odd, that the Big Powers are stepping forward into my life, and that They’re showing me that They actually care.  Them stepping forward is probably because of Kingship stuff, that I’ve stopped…not so much running from that part of my path, but more that I’ve decided to step up and say “yes, I accept this.”

I did a tarot reading about Kingship stuff, and one of the questions I asked is when is all this starting?

When you are healed, young King, was Their reply.  Truly healed, not just saying you are.