January 8, 2026 - [Night Of] : Dream
Highlights: 
Lilith Communion, Lilith Suggests an Offering(?), Astral Mansion,
Plans made for Consciousness-Travel to Alternate Plane
During the evening before I went to bed, I finished the final stage of creating my speaking/spirit-board. With that task done, it was time to begin my communion time with Lilith (alone, just Her). I had told Lilith, earlier in the week at Her altar, that I would dedicate the night of Thursday to spend the entirety of the evening before bed; to only Her. It has been FAR too long since I’ve done that.
So I prepared a special grand-altar for Her in the living room, and constructed it utilizing only objects, gifts, offerings and items that were meant to resonate with Her energy alone. (So nothing of Mia’s, Na’amah’s or any other figure/spirit). This was meant to be a communion solely between Her & myself, Her adopted son.
I’m unsure how many hours I spent there basking in the comforting glow of Her candlelight. It was certainly well past midnight, I would guess before I closed for the night. It was a simple time of offering praise, gifts, appreciation and silently meditating on Her painted portrait, Her flame and the darkness whence extinguished. Quiet harmony & mystery.
There came a point though when I made an offering that not even I expected to propose. But it also appropriately made perfect sense. Which makes me curious; did this ‘idea’ of an offering even come from myself? Or was the idea suggested to me, by Her, but through my own thought process? I’m unsure.
Regardless, my offering to Her was/is;
For the fullness of an entire week. Friday to Friday, dawn to dawn, for the next full week – I offer my energy, my breath, my time & attention, my affection, appreciation, honor, praise to solely Her alone. As it would have been, as I would have done, back during the earlier stages of the development in our relationship. Back before I knew of Na’amah, back before I met Mia. Back before I became curious of Hecate… Back when it was simply just myself and my mysterious Mother of the night.
For over a year now, my energy, time and attention has been divided and split between a small few, which (I suppose) may make them feel smaller… It has been a long time indeed that I’ve focused on just Lilith. My Mother. My Queen. My Goddess. And so I shall. The offering officially begins today/tonight. And I’m looking forward to giving Her this gift of myself, undivided.
When I went to sleep, I had an interesting short dream (which involves a strange form of ‘transportation’ :
I was in the backyard of my Mansion/House-of-Many-Rooms/As
We were both going to be “traveling” to a different place. And in order to do so, we had to lay down on this flat disc that was in the backyard. Hypothetically, you ‘could’ stand up on it, but it wasn’t advised. Because the ‘feeling of motion’ was so disorientating, that anyone would probably end up falling down, or tipping over anyways.
It was a bright morning day when we went outside, a little chilly, due in part, to the early hour. But otherwise pretty comfortable. We both lay down on our backs, on the disc. And I’ll attempt to describe what happened next (although, I don’t believe I’ll be able to properly convey the ‘feeling’ of the experience.)
The disc (flat on the grass) began to rotate with us on it. Faster and faster and faster. [Now, one would think that due to centrifugal-force; it would propel both of us away from its center. Like a merry-go-round. But it didn’t.] And oddly, even as it spun in place, the upward view of the sky wasn’t swirling. I could still see clearly, as if I wasn’t moving.
But I FELT like I was moving…even though my body wasn’t. It was as if; the disc below us was spinning in place, and IT was moving, and the energy that it was generating was moving. And I could FEEL the energy all around me moving; but I was remaining still. So the mind plays a weird trick, to make me feel as though there was motion, when there wasn’t.
It’s like the feeling of being on a rollercoaster that isn’t actually moving at all. Or like being in an elevator. Or take-off on a plane. I ‘feel’ the movement in my body, but from a visual-standpoint, I’m personally not moving at all.
There is the ‘stomach dropping’ feeling and the gravity-pull sensation in different directions, but my body (physically) doesn’t respond. It’s like; only one’s spirit (or the energy inside) is actually affected by the feeling of energy and movement.
After spinning faster & faster, then we are ‘flung’ outwards (poor description for it), but propelled upwards into space. And I can see only a void of infinite blackness, peppered with pin-pricks of sparkling dots of sparkling lights, that are the sea of stars. Millions and millions of little lights in an abyss of darkness.
Then my vision is engulfed in cloudy/foggy white, then a brighter light, then finally blue…as I enter into the atmosphere of a planet and begin to clearly distinguish between the sky and clouds. Then I’m back on the ground again, back on a disc, with my son still beside me as we try to quickly orient our minds and shake off the weird daze of whirling-motion.
But strangely (also); not only are we in a different ‘place’ (not in the backyard of my Mansion), but I seem to be in a different body? It is ‘my’ body…physically/appearance-wis
It’s almost as if; I had ‘entered’ into a different “version” of my body. I was still the same consciousness, but now in an alternate version of the body that I use to get around on this planet/alternate-reality? And for whatever reason, this version didn’t have a shirt on in this version of ‘my body.’
[ Essentially; it was as though my consciousness switched from (my) one body ‘there’ and into an alternate body (of mine) ‘here.’ My conscious-energy is what had traveled, not any physical body. ]
I wasn’t too bothered, but I knew that I was going to need to get a shirt before I arrived at whatever “school” my son & I were headed to. I was more-or-less escorting him there, but planned to spend my time enjoying the experience myself to.
He and I left and arrived at a familiar building as I asked him to wait outside. I knew this old building was dilapidated and being reconstructed slowly over time. I had been there before and found several hidden hallways, secret doors and knew that there was an entire underground network of tunnels & hidden areas. I always wanted to come back here someday, because I was still hoping to find something valuable hidden away.
But what made this building the MOST dangerous, was the residency of local spirits. Really agitated one’s too. Like wraiths & poltergeists, the malevolent kinds of spirits. I knew which rooms were the ‘dangerous’ ones, and which hallways to avoid entirely.
But I was also a bit nervous/excited since the last time I was here, because I had learned a lot more about spirits since the last time. And I was curious to see if I could ‘at least’ get into neutral-standing with ‘some’ of the spirits in some of the rooms. It would also give me an opportunity to face my fears of past experiences with them.
Essentially converting/transmuting the memories of ‘fear’ into an opportunity to maaaaaaybe, possssibly ‘befriend’ some of these very-difficult-to-deal-with entities. ‘Befriend’ is probably pushing it, really. But a “neutral” relationship would at least allow me an opportunity to explore the rooms without being harassed.
Anyways, getting back around to my shirt, I knew where an old dresser was in the building and ran up to grab a shirt out of there before my son & I headed off to the school. We did arrive in good time and sat in some bleachers with a massive crowd of others, while someone up front was working out some last minute details, before whatever ‘event’ was set to happen.
[But I never got to witness this event? I guess…? Because I woke up.]
January 8, 2026
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