The Skeleton Key to Eternal Reverie
by Daniel Pecheur
“The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.”-Carl Jung
On the night of the wild storm, Joseph busied his thoughts in the strange discoveries he had made in the ancient book collection of the house. The dusted and wearied shelves comprised a hermetic treasure trove of secrets, which slowly and subtly worked its bewitching power over the young man, feeding his imagination a feast of most unusual fodder. The evening transformed into inclement night while he rummaged through the ruins of volumes from the earliest prints of Arabian Nights and the writings of Paracelsus to Agrippa and The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. He spent nearly an hour poring through a withered tome filled with fantastical art of the occult. Demonic, hell-stained images of medieval grotesques haunted the sallow pages and weird pastel scenes distorted by all sorts of bogeys and chimeras cast a mysterious spell upon the mood of Joseph, with overtones of some other realm. A shapeless life force inhabited these crumbling pages, vibrating staccato in the background behind the roaring pell-mell of thunder and cloudburst.Read more...