30.12.25 - 374 - Manuscript

I did it. I finished the transcripts and then printed the pages out.

288 pages in total.

It was something. I pushed through the transcribing and managed to get here...

To see it all now. 

I must read through it now and then place it in some kind of order.

It feels so good. 

There are 36 stories. Some longer and some very short. Today's story is Baba Yaga. Beloved. She is the Cailleach of Russia. In all cultures we have the feminine monster. In the end, we are all monsters, as Sphinx says.

Yesterday was Day 5 of running. I tried to go to the Christian Community, but Oisin needed me to get some bread and when I tried to go for the lecture, the door was closed and no one opened it.

Then I finished Hestia and printed out the document. 288 pages in all. Now I have the hard copy. I came back and celebrated with a whiskey soda. Then I fell asleep, listening to the book on Psistis Sophia which sounded very like a document from the high 17th century when people were very into their masonic nonsense. Apparently its a bona fide document from the 4th century. People wrote so much nonsense then. Honestly. It's mental. The first bit is guess work about what the heavens look like and then the rest of it, apparently is about how Psistis Sophia is cast out of the 13 aeon and Mary Magdalene receives and understands the teachings of Christ the best.

It's kinda mad. Anyway, then Oisin went to the sauna and we shopped at Lidl and he cooked. We tried to watch Hot Tub Time Machine which honestly was utterly ridiculous - it was in the vein of the Hangover and it made me think that the generation of men I had to deal with was insane. They were quite awful the men who grew up in the 70s and 80s. Objectively the worst generation of men ever.

It will be too soon before I ever be with a man like that again.

Finally, I did go for my run yesterday as well. It was grey and cold but dry and still. I saw lots of birds, again. Without people and dogs, the birds are teeming in the Lough. I also saw a baby seal all by itself. I could get used to this. 

Are men assholes? Are they? Are they total dicks? Reading how they regarded Baba Yaga... I really have had enough of this shit. And the fetishisation of young women. Why do men fetishise young women? They do so because these women do not know any better. It is infuriating.