Last night’s tree was accompanied by an increase in the rushes of hot and cold flowing energies. To be sure they weren’t from some regular, outside source, I varied my approach. They seemed to follow my visualizations and breathing. The cold ran up the undersides of the entire length of my arms. The heat was not overwhelming this time, yet still, about ten minutes in, I had sweat running off my chest. Oh, and my nipples were hard- which isn’t to give TMI for no reason. That’s one of the signs that Things are Happening.
The most bizarre change I’ve noticed in the last few days is that suddenly, today, I felt attracted to all kinds of people. While at the last day of my job in the outside world, I encountered many and that strange attraction was an amusing way to occupy my mind. The observer in me was being a real smartass about it. Men, women, didn’t seem to matter. The person I liked most was an overweight butch-ish lady who was doing some random chores.
I’ve been agonizing over some personal photos and today was also an interesting comparison in that regard. I like nontraditional beauty. I’m fascinated by scars and character. I found all kinds of people neat to look at and I wondered why I can’t apply that same open mindedness to my own pictures. I’m cool with my reflection, but my own photos creep me out.
Today in our tiny town was the big firehouse fish fry and rummage sales sprung up around it like foetid mushrooms. There were more than the usual number of idiot children wandering dumbly down the center of the main road. Yes, today was the big town gathering and we– are home. Not our thing, gatherings. People. Townsfolk. If you see us near a crowd, pretend not to know us. Look for pitchforks and torches because we’re probably about to be strung up or run out of town.