I’ve been having an unusual phenomenon from the spirit corner these days. Occasionally, I have the random thought that maybe I am crazy or maybe Loki really is dangerous to my sanity. Whenever I have those thoughts I get a projection of a rabid dog/clawing slashing canine-esque monster.
“This is what you think of me?” He seems to be asking.
No, certainly not, but I reserve the right to consider danger and to wonder if I’m tip toeing down the path towards the loony bin every once in a while.
“You’re not,” He reassures me.
…only it isn’t always reassuring when an incorporeal being assures you He is real and that you aren’t crazy.