Frank Remus

A crow cawed 7 times when I arrived on the roof at 10:00. She cawed 4 more times, plus 3 and then 4.  I couldn’t see her but I knew she was close by in a tree. The sky had a low cloud padding, like wool tufts sopping with grey watercolour. It was like one impervious layer. The air was cool. The gravel still was damp from the rain that came. It began late yesterday. I wore my khaki 5 moon phase jacket. Her mountain of love was dark green. The haze from the last 2 days had vanished. Everything was clear despite lack of sunlight. A small plane slowly burbled overhead at 10:11. Different car horns honked from different places in the same moment. Traffic was light but speedy. The crow continued to caw in bursts of 3 and 4. She waited with pauses for answers but  every other bird was silent. A cool breeze bustled occasionally. Shimmering tree was quite subdued. Such luscious shades of green all around me. The cawing crow sprang for a tree across the street. I could see her land. She cawed 6 or 7 times. Another crow flapped past in silence, heading for her mountain of love. A third crow cawed from somewhere else. Energy current began. A dog yelped at 10:14.  Traffic suddenly picked up. The crow made a move for a rooftop. The shimmering tree rustled, with the sound of a waterfall. Another dog barked with a deep voice. Although the light was dark, it wasn’t murky. I felt clarity of the mind, and I wasn’t tired. A yellow lovebird fluttered her wings in spurts as she took a circuitous route over the trees. Yellow light and I love her.  I’m in love with Anna in this.

The crow continued to caw from someplace else. Energy flowed in a bulging current. It was getting ready for when it goes up the spinal canal.  If I am patient, it will. I was wanting to get beyond the chronic that left a residue. I was open to be redeemed and made new. I was in a contemplative withdrawal from all that went on before to see if I could release the dreaded mark and wake up more to the signs of what’s coming. Something has helped me for the past 10 years since it appeared through my every struggle.  The air was cool enough for me to wear a sweater. Through the sky a solo crow flapped toward her mountain of love. Current moved quickly, with ease. Church bells clanged at 10:48. 4 blackbirds headed over the trees, they were joined by 5 by the shimmering thee. The 9 sped off together. Tristan and I watched videotapes he made with my camera over the years. He did a lot of stuff with action figures that was eerily like Robot Chicken before the show came out.  We were very tired today but we enjoyed ourselves.  Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My planet flying loves her mountain top clouds.  My haunted house prayer loves her angel’s eclipse prophesy. My marriage bliss loves her star magic kiss.  My gambling miracle loves her gold dice.  My spinning top vision loves her white fire art. My tarot cards ritual loves her I-Ching ceremony. My cross roads cyclone loves her whirlwind readiness. My face looking loves her face essence. My inspired influences loves her birth conception.  My air guru loves her incense bible. My telephone music loves her telegram gong.  My election voice of wisdom loves her religious holidays convention. My perceptive eagle loves her swan truth.  My transpersonal religion loves her divine intervention.  My brighter consciousness loves her spiritual meaning. My wounded child suffering loves her radiant wholeness. My creativity openness loves her wondrous child play. My whole child mystery loves her divine baby.  My releasing vulnerability loves her newness feelings. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.” –Matthew 5:7.  “Ask and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you.” Matthew 7:7.  “For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.” –Matthew 7:8. “In the day of my trouble I will call upon thee: for thou wilt answer me.” –Psalm 86:7. “The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.” –Psalm 121:7.  “Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.” Psalm 138:7.  “When I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me.” –Micah 7:8. I love Anna Dirksen.