Open Sorcery
Open Sorcery is the world of Lazarus Halliwell.
Hi! Welcome to my corner of the Internet. My name is Lazarus. I created this site to give myself a bit more freedom from the constraints of social media, where I often feel pressured to be just one thing and to say things a certain way. I’m not just one thing, and my means of self expression are all over the place. I’m an intuitive artist, magic user, playwright, singer/songwriter, actor, avid student of all kinds, reader of oracle cards and the Tarot, producer and audio engineer, novelist, and poet, to name a few of my interests. I’m also disabled and largely housebound, and am a DID system of 1500+ alters. Stay tuned for content of all kinds.
Please note that, with rare exceptions, any and all names mentioned in this blog are pseudonyms except our own. We want to be able to speak freely without doxxing anyone.
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I got up WAAAAY too damn early this morning and only managed to score a nap at around 5 PM today.
I did, however, manage to do another pay what you can tarot reading and see my dear suitor, Austen, who I’ve mentioned here before. They are Emerson’s dear friend of 20+ years. It was a good day, albeit very tiring. Then I passed out for a couple of hours once I got home. -Allēna
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Well, I forgot to post yesterday, but not much happened.
I did, however, just finish watching The Big Short. Fantastic movie. -Allēna
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I was out of the house almost alllll day.
And I feel like if I move my knee wrong, I won’t be able to walk on my right leg. This winter has aggravated my joints a great deal but this… It feels…bad… -Allēna
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This is called “Fibonacci’s Spiral”.
Allēna wrote it today. -Ashley (they/he)
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“never be your normal” live @ Linneman’s Riverwest Inn 12/8/2025
Over the years, my poetry has become something like my diary. As a result, there are hundreds of poems in my Google Drive that I’m rediscovering that sometimes I only remember a few lines from, or perhaps don’t remember at all. This was one such poem. I only remembered the section about my uncle dying…
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“18”
about our experiences at St. John’s College in Annapolis, MD I was only 18 when you lost me it was more than just a flesh wound I had just lost my father, it was second semester and everyone there was different, more liberal orleft leaning than me alcoholics alone in their dorms, trying to wash…
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I had my poetry performance with mk this afternoon!
It went very well, even though my voice shattered midway through the last poem in the set, “hurricane lazarus”. -Allēna
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Presenting Extremely Accurate Littlebeany 2.0.
She’s now in color! AI could never make art this god awful . Here’s Extremely Accurate Littlebeany 1.0, from last year, for reference. -Allēna
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Fatigue continues. I’m so eepy.
-Allēna
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I wish I wasn’t so tired today. It’s been like day 3 of weird chills and fatigue.
-Allēna