I have one peanut M&M. It’s blue. I ignore the world around me and eat it slowly. I pop it into my mouth, but don’t bite down. I savor the …
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We are Ice Cream
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A Simple Invocation
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Coming Out of the Broom Closet
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When Books Aren’t Enough
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Gnosis is Not a Spectator Sport
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What makes me me?
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Reiki — My Master Attunement and How I Drove My Guardian Angel to Drink — Part 2
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Can I Do Magic?
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Ostara’s Best Kept Secret, a poem