The Book of Onei is an antinomian dream grimoire, providing deceptive yet true information about the art of Oneiromancy or dream magic in the form of poetry, fantasy, and intentionally ambiguous instructions.
Clouds roll across a purple sky.
The witch pours out a cup.
The orange coals of incense burn.
She knows the goblins, how they yearn
To come and eat us up.
The wind cries out as if it’s drunk.
The gods will soon be here.
The witch prepares a plate of meat.
The spirits come, and as they eat
She turns away in fear.
The Presence takes her, and her eyes
Roll up into her head.
Like passing clouds the spirits trace
Their shapes across her dreaming face,
The scriptures of the dead.
The gods are here, they’re always here,
Although they are not seen.
They walk across the purple skies
Or in a witch’s staring eyes
Or somewhere in between.
– From The Book of Onei, Part I: The Art of Night Wandering
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