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Stories from the Gleam




Stories draw from the Gleam, and the combination of that source, the storyteller’s blood, sweat, and tears, and the fascination or emotional reaction of the listener becomes something living, like a egregore but free willed.

The Gleam is a place of danger, the endless plains and forests and oceans. Beyond the Veil, beyond the Gloom, the Gleam is endless. It is dangerous, deadly, because there are no safe guards like there are here in the Dreamings we mistakenly call reality.

Many things live in the Gleam, for an endlessness contains no end of things. There is a paradox where it’s impossible to know, does the Dreamer, do the dreams and imaginings and fears, of the Dreaming populate the Gleam, or are the dreams and imaginings and fears of the Dreamer the echo or remembrance or viewing of the Gleam? Do dreams and imaginings flow from the Gleam to the Dreaming, of the Dreaming to the Gleam? Or both for that matter?

Stories draw from the Gleam. In the Gleam, all stories are real, in some sense. Some stories are distorted, warped images seem through the Gloom darkly. Some stories are all too close to their source. Does the Storyteller create the stories that are acted out in the Gleam, or view or receive the stories played out there and relate them? Does it matter?

Stories draw from the Gleam. Whether in Dream or Imagination, whether in vision or experience, whether reflected into happenings in the Dreaming, they draw the the Gleam.

The Gleam is a place of power, infinite, endless, forevermore. The Gleam is power. And stories, drawing from the Gleam, draw from that power, are energized, are made of the stuff of that power, the stuff of the Gleam.

Stories draw from the Gleam. Stories innately contain power, are power. The Story is the Gleam, and the Gleam is the Story. The Storyteller is the Story, the Story is the Storyteller. The Storyteller is the Gleam, the Gleam is the Storyteller. The conduit. The bridge.

Stories draw from the Gleam. The Storyteller takes those stories, births them. Tales are birthed, brought forth, manifest. They are birthed in blood, sweat, and tears. Nothing is born without effort. Nothing is born without pain. The Storyteller brings forth the story from the Gleam.

You get out of something what you put into it. Nothing comes for free. The work, the blood, sweat, and tears, is the cost, and the gift. A gift for a gift. The Storyteller gives of herself, the Gleam gives back. The Story is born.

You get out of something what you put into it. The blood, sweat, and tears of the Storyteller puts power into the Story, adds to the power from the Gleam. The power grows. The Story grows. Life is breathed into the think that is not Dead, but have never lived.

A Story isn’t a Story without a Listener. A Storyteller isn’t a Storyteller without a Listener. A Story kept to yourself is a Dream. A Storyteller without a Listener is a Dreamer. But in the telling, the Dream becomes a Story. In the transmission, the sharing, the teaching. It matters not if the Story is spoken or written, until it is heard or read, it is the Dream. When the Dream is shared, it becomes the Story.

The Listener is not listening, is not the Listener, if the listening is passive. The Listener hears, listens, comes to know. The Listener receives the story. In the receiving, the Story is no longer just the Storyteller’s. The Storyteller and the Listener both hold the Story. The Dream made flesh, the Dream manifest as Story.

In the Listener, fascination is born. In the Listener, emotions are born. This fascination, these emotions, feed the Story, it grows in power, it grows. The Story becomes more than a Story. The Story takes on Life, Spirit. The Story breathes. The Story takes on a spirit of its own, becomes a spirit, The Dream became the Story, the Story became the Spirit, the Spirit lives.

But Spirits are living things, and living things like to continue living. If the Spirit only exists between the Storyteller and the Listener, the Spirit dies with them when both are gone. Or when the Spirit is forgotten, for while it lives, it lives on Memory. Memory is in the Bone, enlived by the Blood. The Spirit is in the Memory, the Memory of the Story, the Story of the Dream, the Dream of the Gleam. Like all living things, the Spirit desires to survive.

How can a memory survive the one who remembers it? Only in the sharing of it or recording of it. But it is not a memory if it is recorded but the record is never picked up. So, for the memory to survive, it must be either shared directly or shared indirectly.

The Spirit of the Story of the Dream of the Gleam compels the Listener to share it. Some resist and Spirits die, living on only in the Gleam. But many share. In sharing, the Listener becomes the Storyteller, the Story becoming her Story, and in the telling, she once more births it anew. The Story grows, and with it the Spirit, becoming stronger. And the new Listener receives, as the Listener turned Storyteller did before her, as the original Storyteller received from the Gleam, through the the Gloom and the Veil.

The Story becomes the Lore with the retelling by the new Storyteller, and the Spirit of the Lore of the Story of the Dream of the Gleam is strong, and still wants to survive, to live on.

And the Lore is a very powerful Spirit.


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Posted by on April 6, 2016 in muninnskiss


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The Coming Year

With Bride’s Day and Candlemas, my New Year, coming up, I’ve been looking back at the last, a year of change. It was a year of starting new things, of revelation and contemplation, of moves and reorganization. A year of flux.

And I consider the coming year, what is in store, what I can expect, where my focus will be.

I don’t really do New Years resolutions, regardless of what New Year I’m talking about. But having some areas to focus on throughout the year is always a good thing. Here are the areas I am planning on focusing.

Being more open and authentic to who I am.

This affects many areas of my life. A lot of the time, I hide parts of myself because I’m not sure how people will respond to them. Not because I think they will judge me, nor that they would be upset at me, but because I am afraid it would hurt them or disturb them, that they would worry or not know how to handle it. So I lock off parts of my life based on possible issues revealing them could cause. Which, in trying to avoid hurting people often hurts me or ends up hurting them anyway, likely in ways that telling them never would.

This doesn’t just mean over all, it also means in the moment. There are parts of me that change, cycles and shifts. These aren’t constant, they are fluid. Being open and authentic doesn’t just mean being such to the stable, static aspects (though nothing is really static, just the life cycles of them are much longer), but to the changing, dynamic aspects as well.

This also doesn’t mean telling everyone everything. I’m focusing on avoiding hiding parts of me, avoiding not being true to who I am, but that doesn’t mean I need to advertise and promote it either. That is no more authentic than the hiding is. The goal is a general shift to hiding less and being more open and true. Of giving others the chance to accept who I am instead of taking that from them.

Understand my own cycles.

To do this, an important part is understanding those cycles. I spent much of the last two years working to understand the cycles of the land, the seasons, the moons. Now I need to add to that an understanding of my own cycles, those of my body, my mind, my souls. How do I change with time? What cycles exist? Are they regular or are the influenced by outside things? I need to know me before I can be true, authentic, and open about it. I have a fair understanding of myself, of the various aspects, of what changes and what stays basically the same. But I know these things in the moment, not how I get to them, what patterns exist in the shifts. It’s time to identify these.

Learning to be an oral storyteller.

I have many stories I know, enough to fill several lifetimes of telling, and more keep coming. As Lorekeeper, I keeper the lore I am given and am responsible for getting it to those that need to hear it. I’m a decent writer, I think, and good at crafting stories. But presenting them to others orally, not so much. I can speak, I can share, but I don’t have the skills to bring them alive.

This year, I’m going to focus on developing those skills. Learn what those skills are. Learn how to learn to use them. Learn how to use them. Practice and hone them. It won’t be finished in a year obviously, but I can begin the journey, I can actively pursue it, I can make choices that will bring it to me.

Hone my skills at and determine if I can start doing readings for others.

I’ve found over the last year I’m decent at doing readings, not just for myself, but also for others. I’ve used readings to determine what people need, and present that in a form they can relate to. I don’t know if I could make money with it or not, or if I could do it actively enough to make it a thing I do, whether I’m paid or not. This year, I want to focus on honing my skills at it in relation to others, as most of my experience is for myself, and look into what directions it can take beyond what I do now, whether it could be a business or a community service, whether there are other related areas or techniques I need to learn, and what form it might take in whatever direction I take it.

Just as understanding my cycles relates to being authentic, this relates to storytelling. For reading for someone else is essentially telling the story. I can say all I want, this card typically means this, and in this position it usually means this, but a reading is so much more meaningful if you bring it to life. It’s fortunetelling, not fortune-analyzing. I’m good at the analytical side, it’s time to learn the telling side.

Additionally, I want to practice dowsing more in the coming year. I re-awoke it this last year after not doing it since my father taught me as a child. Now I need to practice and hone it. And to determine what uses I can put it to for others, whether pro bono or for money.

So, four areas:

Understanding Personal Cycles

We’ll see where this all leads and its effect on the rest of my practice, life, and future.

~Muninn’s Kiss

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Posted by on January 23, 2014 in muninnskiss


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