An alchemical dream about Coagulatio

Dream, Wednesday, December 7, 2022

I am on a pilgrimage, wading through shallow waters, trying to find something I lost.

A half-buried plane from long ago.

Something that came down from the spirit and wanted to be concretized. A thought, an idea, an inspiration.

I know it’s from my childhood. I know it is a piece of my soul. I stare at the marvel of it all.

Spirit to matter. Crashed and buried. Things lost can always be found.

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