My Green Dreamwork Image Loves Her Consummate Marriage Ceremony
Blue sky returned with intensity. Large fluffy clouds filled it up with massive shapes. Orb of Sun was bright and strong. I woke up from a dream. It took place at the Lionel Groulx metro station, with organized groups of people that were going on a trip. I was with a group of college friends and I professed my love for the rock group T-Rex. I must confess, I fell back to sleep many times, missing early morning photography, but I awoke well rested and clear. Cicadas sang at 9:42. Orb of Sun was hot. The air was cool. It was refreshing after yesterday’s difficult time, with power play challenge between Tristan and me. I was exhausted by the end of the day. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Yesterday I struggled hard to watch Jackass 2 with Tristan. It was far too extreme, like a horroble cross between Borat, Criss Angel and Monty Python. Later in the night, we watched Criss Angel levitating himself and other people many times. I had more clarity this morning. Unfolding began vividly while the shimmering tree rustled loudly. Large fat white clouds cast dark shadows upon her mountain of love. Trees were well lit by bright sun. All was as it should be. It felt like a great storm had passed. Energy flowed more freely. It was three dimensionally easily traced. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
I was able to recall observations I’d made years ago, and compared them with the knowledge I have gained now. I verified that the impressions I picked up then were valid. In the middle of all opposition and adversarial contact, my trust in my judgement remained intact, and what I saw came to pass. So I gave myself more credit than I thought I had. “Trust in the you of now” is one of my favorite Oblique Strategies. Shimmering tree rustled loudly. A long thin flying insect landede on my love diary page. Her long antennae wiggled as she received impressions from her surroundings. She lingered a very long while. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Cicadas sang at 10:12. Dogs barked at 10:15. Many more of those bugs were in flight. One almost got in my mouth. The gravel was part damp and part dry after last night’s falling rain. 6 black lithe birds flew by. Orb of Sun’s heat wasn’t intense until the wind relaxed. Lawnmowers droned in the distance. Cicadas sang loudly at 10:23. Crows cawed from far away. A small bird flew at such speed that she was a blur to me. Yesterday Tristan and I watched a program on psychic children. The ones that were supported by both parents had less of a problem accepting their gift. The children with a Christian parent had much more conflict with it. Today we took a walk on the mountain. We followed the yellow arrows we found on a wooded path. When we got to the Chalet, I was amazed at how vivid and clear was the mountain range. I pointed out the CBC building and I blew my hearthrob Anna a kiss. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
My inward essence loves her baby caring. My realizing potential loves her substantial manifesting. My complete writing loves her photograph book. My green dreamwork image loves her consummate marriage ceremony. My swimming prize loves her athlete’s healthy body. My house completed loves her building construction date. My awarding actor loves her actress performance. My sun boat built loves her fulfilling traveling. My natural painter loves her green fall harvest. My dress seamstress loves her pearl necklace. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deuteronomy 33:27. I love Anna Dirksen.