Waking and Dreaming

Most of us, priests and magical workers, end up tethered to our phones—not just because we often get clients from social media, but also out of practicality.

It doesn’t take long when you’re no longer working a 9-5 for your hours to become whatever they happen to be. Sometimes, you’re awake at 5 am to handle a client in another time zone or because you have something to do that requires you to salute the sun at dawn. Sometimes, you’re awake at 5 am because you still haven’t slept. Hours blur, days blur, punctuated by appointments and rituals. Day becomes night becomes day, distinguished by magical work or client needs.

Waking and dreaming become strangely continuous. Not just because the hours and days blur, but because my attention is elsewhere. Listening. Sometimes talking. Every reading involves a wordless conversation with spirit.

Sometimes I dream of clients or people who will be my godchildren, the things the spirit thinks I need to know. I wake and grab a pen. My handwriting is awful, especially when I’m first awake. I doubt anyone who found my notebooks could read them. I can barely read them, and I wrote them.

Sometimes I dream with my eyes open, sitting up.

It’s the flow of information which makes waking and dreaming blur. That phone beep is sometimes the best reminder that I am awake.