My Breath Of Life Drinking Loves Her Green Wisdom Teaching

The air was saturated with damp. A low-grade heat felt like a sauna. It was muggy. Orb of Sun was a glowing disk set in grey foam. Crows were cawing from the far north. More bird chirping came from the east, rather than the usual south. They were quiet beside me. I grappled with yesterday’s ache as if it was a revolving door, or some sort of shifting mechanism. Sirens rang out at exactly 10:30. Black hornet inspected the gravel. A dog barked, sounding so human. It was an active morning, with distant hammering, plenty of birds and flow of traffic. 2 sparrows flew together as soulmates. The air was heavy, almost stale. There was no wind at all. Her mountain of love was under mist. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Lovebird twittered in the tree. A small dog barked, another replied. The black lithe birds returned to the sky. A car screetched to a halt. Trees didn’t stir at all. I was slowly absorbing the heat. Flies buzzed by my ear a few times. I closed my eyes to see if I could fit myself together in my enclosure, and take a complete leap of faith. My eyesight improved in the midst of this to 3-dimensional shapes. My potential focus was returning. I scanned my extremeties for signs of displacement. A green fly landed on my love diary page. She lept onto my hand but got frightened away by the page as it arose by the wind. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A jet careened in the foggy air. 3 black hornets arrived and began inspecting the gravel. Their long black antennae moved like they were touching the rocks. Their slender wings flickered as they explored. The 3 entered black hornet’s lair under the green elevator room stair. I moved a safe distance away from there. I was achieving a level of well being and clarity I haven’t seen since before the mishap –some sort of time and space displacement. Current congestion moved more smoothly. It was a matter of time and attention upon the matter at hand. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My improvement was its own reward. I was relieved to find it was coming. If you hold yourself sacred, then healing will no doubt occur. Something that was restricting was losing grasp. It was releasing from many regions at once. Something began righting itself. A dog barked, a puppy yelped. A third dog barked with mufffled voice. I went downtown with Tristan today. He exchanged his second game controller. The one he got was defective. It took a very long time in the store because the clerk couldn’t find the inventory number. Tristan got his new Dragonball Z game but it took a very long time in the second store as well because the clerk couldn’t locate the disk for his new game. And it took a very long time to get home because the bus we were catching arrived twice as late. Last night, I played Bowie’s Station to Station while love-writing and Tristan played his GTA game. I turned off the CD after Word on a Wing, and immediately Bowie’s song Somebody Up There Likes Me came on Tristan’s car radio station. After the song ended, the DJ commented, “There’s a man who will never sell-out to do car commercials.” Tristan really likes the song, so I picked up Young Americans for him. I also got Trisector by Van Der Graaf Generator. On this rainy Saturday, we enjoyed these 2 albums. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Tristan and I went for a walk in the pouring rain. We watched the film Peaceful Warrior. My bodywork baptism loves her washing water spirits. My red dreamwork mandala loves her green Christ. My emergency alarm loves her hospital ambulance. My green wisdom drinking loves her breath of life teaching. My treasure source loves her falling water pool. My homeopathic relief loves her comfort conservation. My piggy bank money loves her bank loan. My flying saucer intervention loves her spaceship survivor. My hero energy loves her wholeness healer. My reliable work loves her achiever values. My risk-taking leader loves her posessed courage. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” -Romans 8:28. I love Anna Dirksen.

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