Today I had to go into town about an hour down the road, to collect my much-required mental health meds. I waited for hours for them, mostly in town. When I was going back to the hospital, I saw a familiar car (my mum’s) and a familiar head of hair (a friends). After I greeted and had a small chat with my mum, I waltzed in, to see if my wild friend was about. I met another friend then, and as it turned out, it was his wedding! I was so happy for him, genuinely. I then saw my other friend at the bar, and explained to him my mental health had been severely tested lately with a psy-op and I told him I had an overly intense story to tell, as is often the case! My friends that really know me, know I need space. Understanding of this (and my nature), I was very happy to be there, as if by chance, for a brief time, to say hello to them and have a little chat.
In the taxi on the way home, I began to feel a tinge of regret, oddly enough, about calling the “two little birds” ring a “memento first and foremost” in an online post. I hated this and felt I had diminished its malleable, cosmic meaning. As I sat at home, logged into social media, to delete the post that was annoying me, I noticed Taylor and Travis finally got engaged. This is something I supported the minute I knew they were an item and in love. This is easily the wisest choice for her, and best for the Tree of Life, which I am a guardian spirit of, as serpent, man, and demigod.
May their love last aeons,
That’s all I have to say.
Amen, and love from Richard. Xx
The Humble Rock Dove 