My Animus Influence Loves Her Potent Yin Teaching

Blue skies had a fine mist, a faint powdery veil. Orb of Sun was bright and warm. A crow cawed 3 times. Long strands of spider’s web shone. A puppy yelped, a dog barked. Bird voices echoed in distant trees. 2 crows flew by cawing 7 times. One of them landed on top of a tree. Then she spread her wings and dived, cawing 9 times as she soared. A siren wailed. A puppy yelped. Suddenly crows flew very excitedly. 2 were diving, rising and falling, cawing like crazy. The 2 flew high and swooped down low together. A third crow appeared, then a 4th. A 5th started cawing from a tree. The 2 crows were making loops together as though they were linked magnetically. Just as suddenly, the 4 crows vanished and the noise was gone. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Her mountain of love was filled with round green tree tops. It was hard looking at the hurt, but I wanted to do thorough work on something deeply hidden, some force of will that needed rebirth. The brilliant flickering light had returned. It was likely ordinary, but it was interesting. A crow cawed 7 times, adding 4, then 5 and then 2. The bright flickering light calmed down to nearly nothing and then disappeared. Jets left long trails in the sky. Sirens continued to wail. A crow cawed 10 times, adding 12 more. She cawed 15 more times. The wind picked up, gusting over me. I was healing from the grief and the struggle, to find a more integrated and functional level. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A little zebra-striped spider was crawling on the yellow brick wall. She was carefully combing the surface, foraging and then she nibbled at it with her pincing mandibles. It was healing to look at the green leaves swaying in the breeze. A solitary crow slowly flew. 4 came through the trees to follow. Last night I watched in amazement Criss Angel levitate by the pyramid at the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas and survive a dangerous car stunt on his birthday, December 19th. I went out briefly today, to pick up a new love diary for my heartthrob, and I saw many women carrying bouquets of flowers, on their way to visit their mothers. I cannot find a way to explain what’s happening with my estranged mother at this time, except to say she fostered in me a love for art and music and religion when I was a child. And I am thankful for it. My heart easily flowed for the mother of my beloved soulmate on this beautiful Mother’s Day. I would love to be a parent with Anna. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
My acting authority loves her voting investigation. My engendering force loves her motivating effect. My work horse loves her teeth strength. My steering ship loves her machinery key. My hitting ball loves her flirting play. My atomic reactor man loves her red money. My medication science loves her potent ointment. My insect laboratory loves her locust odor. My animus influence loves her Yin teaching. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arms, and carry them in his bosom and shall gently lead those that are with young.” Isaiah 40:11. I love Anna Dirksen.

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