between the tennesee tennis knee and a hilarious bout of the trembling bunnies, i somehow managed to draw 4 cards today, including our dearest BAPHOMET on this valentine’s day.
instead of boring you with my processes, i’m going to bore you with a dream i had last night.
i’m the eldest daughter of a nomadic tribe led by michael gira. my name is oksana, as the eldest daughter of every tribe must be named oksana as every CHILD must be born in oksana, north dakota. my family tribe travels around the world hanging signs – the huge ones that you see on the sides of highways and such. at one part i am separated from my family while soliciting for people to advertise with us. michael gira’s voice is ringing through my head YOU ARE OKSANA THE DAUGHTER OF DOXA. REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE, REMEMBER THE ANADOXIA. i am climbing up these very beautiful houses, white and silver and they are carved into cliffs, with very dark green coniferous trees gorwing out of them and forming other houses. i am lost and i have lost my younger sisters and brothers that michael gira has trusted me with. i am walking up and down and up and down these slippery wet white rock cliffs trying to get back to ‘the car’ but there are all these very old ladies dressed in crazy colours and piles of gold jewelry and i am all in black because i am ‘oksana’ and i must never forget. i am now walking up this very cold snowy mountain holding a huuuge cloroplast sign and i can see my tribe at the top. the sign is very unwieldy and am holding on very tight but the wind is blowing it up like a sail. i finally reach the top after what feels like hours and my tribe climbs onto the sign and slides all the way down the mountain i just climbed and we do this like 5 times.
MIND/BODY/LIGHT/SOUND 
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