from the Journal, entry dated 1.29.14-
I was reminded as I made a complete and utter mess out of myself that I should go with my instincts, because nine times out of ten they will not lead you wrong.
That's what I love about witchcraft. The teachings of responsibility and the importance of knowing yourself.
The year is off to a trudging start, but I am proud of myself regardless. Ideas flow and consume, are born and take flight every single day.
from L.A.P. Book 1, opening chapter-
"Lily, you can't do this. You have to walk away. They will kill you, please, you don't want this Lily. You don't."
He was already on the pleading stage of bargaining as my heart beat raced. His voice usually resorted to begging when my heart beat raced too quickly from resting to holy shit active. This was a normal fear response for someone with my condition. I was not supposed to operate heavy machinery, or drive within a few hours of an episode if possible. I followed the rules. I also went out hunting for monsters every single night.
This was not part of the rules.