My Star Religion Loves Her Spiritual Sun Stream
The sky was a grey soupy wash with cloud dumplings in the north. Orb of Sun gave some light, but its presence was masked. 4 crows flew together high in the sky with 2 in the middle close and tight and 1 ahead of them in front and 1 equal distance behind. Another crow frantically cawed from a different location. I watched her swiftly gliding low through the trees. A deep rumble came from the far north at 10:17, but it was short. The breeze was cool but air pressure was heavy. 3 yellow lovebirds passed above me. Visibility was murky. Current took a snaky path. Dense places feeling dull and lethargic turned into living softness when I made contact with attention. I slowly woke up as I wrote for my heartthrob. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
A siren wailed at 10:29. Energy flow was unwinding. It was a 3-dimensionial operation that I was able to follow with tangible sensation. It was actually getting somewhere. A fly buzzed intensely around my head. I told Tristan about the gigantic wasp that I saw. He told me he saw 1 or 2 blue bees enter their lair in the ground. I didn’t believe him at first. But I learned they exist. There are even green bees, Tristan said. He has a natural intelligence. He already understands the vital importance of taking the middle path between affirmation and negation, optimism and pessimism. That understanding is integrated in him. I am always amazed after we argue. In front of him I feel like a dunce. For an interesting treatment of the middle path, you can read J.G. Bennett’s Hazard: The Risk of Realization, chapter 4, Living Toward The Center. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
A small crow flew with great speed. A dark cloudy streak looked just like a giant sea creature with ribs and a few eels and fishes behind her. Gravel was dull without luster. Congregations of trees were still dozing. The shimmering tree flickered its leaves. Distant rumbling returned at 10:46. Her mountain of love was quite dark. Orb of Sun came out briefly as a glow in the clouds. Cicadas came out to sing at 11:04. Lovebirds were chirping so sweetly. From an apartment building window a baby giggled. My star religion loves her spiritual sun. My river conductor loves her singing stream music. My destiny train loves her connecting station. My unknown transition loves her hand pointing goal. My psychic reading communicating loves her fortune telling advising. My commitment challenge loves her guiding map. My potential intervention loves her alternative action. My will of God valuing loves her tree of life teaching. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.” –Jeremiah 6:16. “For the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.” –Isaiah 60:20. “In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” –Proverbs 3:6. “I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.” Revelation 21:6. “I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.” –John 6:35. “Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness for they shall be filled.” Matthew 5:6. I love Anna Dirksen.