I had an odd dream last night. Several of them actually. I can’t remember a great deal, but there was one piece that seems to have occurred a few times, and it stuck with me. I’m in an office or conference room of some sort, and I need to help decipher a will, I think it’s my fathers but I’m not certain. The will is obscured somehow. It is written on a blank piece of paper with some type of magic or invisible ink or something.

I mix up some solution in a bowl and dip a sort of brush into it and then paint over the paper. The words appear. The paper is full of very odd instructions about who gets what and how things are supposed to be handle. One of the instructions is “If someone has already figured out who murdered me (I suspect harold) they should be given [a large sum].” I’m not sure what the large sum because that moment played itself out over and over in a few different varieties, and the sum was never important.

It’s cloudy and foggy this morning, and the air is pleasantly crisp again. I have a feeling of expectation right now. It could have something to do with the new moon, but something is picking up speed and momentum behind the scenes. I am going to try and take some time over the weekend to prepare for Monday, as well as make an effort to do some journey work and divination. I feel deeply like I’ve been spending too much time in my body, here in the physical world. I just have this sudden impression that while it wsa important to focus here, I’ve been ignoring too much of the subtle reality.

I suspect there are messages from the Gods and spirits lingering behind these feelings, and I need to take a bit of a walk to show respect for those beings and also for my skills. I use the term mystic to describe myself, but I realize I haven’t felt very mystical in a non-physical manner lately. I seem to have been caught up in the psychic and mental realms without paying wholistic attention to the unified self.