I sat at my home altar this afternoon holding an amethyst in one hand and a priestess sculpture in the other feeling entirely too practical and realistic. I looked out my window at the precious trees, the scratching chickens, the drooping flowers, and the dry, dry relentless dust of summer and some answers drifted to my mind:
The following is a quote from my memoir, Greater Than the Sum of My Parts: My Triumph Over Dissociative Identity Disorder. DID is a defense mechanism developed by children who were sexually abused before age 7, according to the latest edition of the DSM. My memoir is about how I recovered from that. This is relevant because it’s the reason I was more afraid of my father and brother than the goblins of the dreamtime when I encountered the monsters.
“One night, I saw goblins, small dark shapes coming up through the heat vent in the floor. I saw their outlines distinctly, as if I were wearing my glasses, though of course I took them off to sleep. I spoke to them in my mind, thinking at them as I had thought at the boy at school.
“There’s no sport here. I glad you came, though. Let’s go out and have some fun. Let’s make some mischief.”
Blessings to you and yours sisters! ❤