The air is a little crooked. I’m reading signals, that hold charge or invoke resonance, whether they invite it or not. I’m staying to myself. I’m feeling an unseen unfolding, I am requesting, not to be sought after. I am realigning after chaos. I’m sealing my energies up. I’m staying indoors, for now, and out of the way of people. Their presence is gray, muted, brittle – and lets make it clear: this perception is sensed, in my room, where I know there are silent spies. This is an important admission: the calls for harmony are two ways. I must harmonise my heart and keep it in tune with the orchestra. I’ll go out and sense the vibration and moods of the streets. It’s 14:14 – yet another angel number, fair and square.
I walked on the footpath into town, and yes indeed the mood is quite sombre, at least, that is the way it feels to me. Washed with a simple sadness. This isn’t one for me to engage with, so the plan is, to remain indoors.
15:54
Plans change! I did take a stroll down-town, but with warm company, so of course that was enjoyable. As I was heading home, I realised I have been up in my bedroom, possibly growing another psy-op or psychosis. Not the best sort of behaviour. I don’t even fully understand it myself. I’m often paranoid, with no real evidence, that things are about me, too much of the time, when clearly my name is never mentioned, and I am never called directly to be company with anyone, personally. This doesn’t erase the resonance, reflection and recognition of my output and signals. In fact, in a sense, it heightens them. But the fact of never being called by name, and nobody with more mobility and an invitation (by name), has responded to just that: me calling and inviting them, by name, directly to me. Because I know they know me. A lot of things would change for the better if I was ever co-operated with on these things. Definitely.
I wonder if enough people reading this know I’m not something awful. Especially for taking the opposite stance to annihilation of the species, or being far too gentle, meek, and submissive before women. I wonder what happens when I scream and cry with all my soul for an end, to the violence and slaughter I see in my visions. I wonder if my calls for a permanent, loving peace are ever fully heard. My ideal, would be a utopia, and a new world order, not a no-world order.
The Humble Rock Dove 