September 1, 2004

• The dream I had last night was rather jumbled so forgive me if it doesn’t make sense in parts. It seems there were these troll who wanted to bring eternal night to the world. I’m not sure why they would want this since they seemed perfectly capable of coming out in the daylight and becoming invisible at will. Apparently they were following a prophecy as recorded in a ballad.

  
  

  I was back in highschool, and everyone thought I was crazy because I knew when these trolls (which no one else believed in) were about, and anytime I felt them near, I’d whip out a fork and jab it around so they couldn’t grab me and carry me off.

  
  

  I went to the school’s library, but couldn’t find this prophetic ballad. The librarian suggested this forgotten old library across some railroad tracks. Unfortunately, everyone at school laughed at me, and someone stole my fork. So when the trolls came back, I had to run away. They chased me to the railroad tracks where I waited for the train to come before crossing so the trolls were stuck on the other side.

  
  

  I went into the library where this little old man kept shelves of ancient books. There were three adventurers also looking for the ballad, a tall, muscular man, a small, pudgy man with graying hair, and a pale man who was the personification of Death, but we couldn’t find anything. This was because the librarian was in league with the trolls. Finally we found an old paperback book with a curling cover and Ballads in bold along the spine. The librarian said there would probably be nothing in it and tried to take it, but by this time we had come to suspect him and knew the book had something in it.

  
  

  I went home to my crumbling house in the woods for some reason and decided to remove the wallpaper. As I pealed great swatches of paper from the walls, a huge map of the United states came away too. I was just about to start painting (though I don’t know what color) when one of the adventurers came in to say they had found the ballad.

  
  

  Then the trolls came in and snatched me away. They put me to sleep in a box like Snow White. This was apparently part of the prophecy and they’d been trying to get me for some time but couldn’t until the old librarian told them where I lived. The adventurers had to rescue me before morning, or there wouldn’t be a morning. At this point, the dream skipped to them finding me in the woods (guess I didn’t get to see whatever adventures they got up to in their quest), and Death woke me up.

  
  

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  This edition of the Ancient Whispers newsletter covers the second magickal law, The Law of Attention. Simply put, the Law of Attention deals with how you observe your surroundings. It is the Law which has the most control over omens and portents. As before, the article discusses various aspects of the Law, while the “craft” gives some ideas on putting it into use. The Sites of Interest are books which I myself own on the subject of symbols which you may find useful in applying the Law of Attention.
  
  If anyone interprets the Law of Attention differently or has anything to add, I’m sure we’d all love to hear from you!
  
  
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  Some Sites of Interest
  
  The Magician’s Companion
  Dictionary of Symbols
  The Woman’s Dictionary of Symbols and Sacred Objects
  Signs, Symbols & Omens
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  This Pagan Week : August
  Humor : Losing
  Article : Axioms of Magic: II Law of Attention
  Quote : Blaise Pascal
  Craft of the Week : Application of the Law of Attention
  Humor : Talented Hypnotist
  Who’s Who in World Mythology : Badessey
  Quote : Gary Collins
  The Magi’s Garden : Chrysanthemum
  Cartoon
  Poem : Eskimo Song
  Quote : William Feather
  The Power of Stones : Calaverite
  Humor : The very least
  A Dreamer’s Guide : Pests to Physicians
  Quote : Sydney Smith
  Previous Newsletters
  
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