I'm not as rude as it may appear. I'm in the middle of moving and still waiting for an internet connection.
Plus I could think of a million things to say and I've been trying to weed it down a bit. I have a picture in my head that I wanted to share but can't
put it into words just yet without using too many. It's just that your recent photos said something really nice, in a personal sort of way. If you
don't mind coming along for the ride, I'll just spontaneously speak from my heart through my finger tips, sort of by-passing this tired and filter
Back in '82, probably before you were even born (!), I had some odd paranormal experiences. If you've read my Intro, you'll have a bit of context for
it. At that time, being green and without any sort of guidance, I got a book by Dion Fortune called Psychic Self Defense. In it she referred to...I
forget what she called it now, but some sort of entities...and she said to visualize an "x" over the thing. That sounded like a good idea, so I did
so...and IMMEDIATELY the X flew back at me, growing in size to be bigger than me. It didn't knock me down, but it felt like it did. And that was just
the beginning of a strange battle, that I eventually won.
Now, I hope this makes sense to you, as I do have a rather convoluted mind, but that photo felt like the solar opposite of that experience a zillion
years ago. And it's a double yolker type of thing. You see, you've already spoiled me with the odd assortment of music, but the last video had a
narrative. I wasn't expecting that. At first I was a little disappointed, to be honest with you -- and you should see by now that I am indeed quite
honest. I kept thinking that this was just an introduction and the music would begin shortly, but it didn't. So, trusting you, I decided that the
the music. And he was speaking about going inside or seeing things as if we had gotten smaller and smaller. Forgive me, I've
already forgotten the details. I just remember the image it created for me...and it was really, really cool.
So, now the other yolk...this time you sent a still photo. Another surprise. No music. No action. But it created a sort of music and action inside of
me, which I have been trying to describe to myself so that I could make a feeble attempt at describing it to you, out of gratitude for the experience,
and as I said, somewhat convoluted. Seeing the rain on the window brought to my attention how I always saw the sunset "way over there" on the horizon.
But it was also reflected in every one of those drops of rain. And while unseen, it gave me the impression that the sunset is always
way over there, right here, and everywhere in between, somewhere in the Invisible Silence. And this reminded me of the narrative of going small. It
was like the sunset was in the Macrocosm and also the Microcosm -- as above, so below...as within, so without. That was amazing and amazingly
beautiful. But for me it had even more...there's always more... Somehow, in a metaphorical way, it reminded me of that big X from so many years ago,
only it felt like now, that it was that great big sunset which was throwing itself onto me in a thousand little sunsets like a heavenly embrace. It
felt like something important came full circle.
I don't know if any of that made a bit of sense to you. I think it did. If not, it was all code for Thank You!