Sunday, March 26, 2006
I hoped to get through my cousin's wedding without psychotic manifestation. That hope proved futile. A new shape for an old character erupted out of Void: the Many-Armed Knight accompanied me, unseen in full. I saw only his cloak and blades. The black silk and velvet garment with blue steel sword tips came out of every crack, every vent, and out of the eyes of the bridesmaids and groomsmen. I don't know why the hallucinations take the forms they do, but I'm always wishing for them to be less disturbing. Sometimes, I wish for a talking mirror or a rabbit wearing a vest in my troubles, but the images seem to always come back to darkness, violence, and terror.