I did another reading tonight, and got a bunch of good information. I was trying to do something different and talk about my feelings while I did it. I can tell now that a lot of the “space” that I sense, a lot of the river of disjointed images that I’ve seen for years, a lot of the fantasies I wander in are the result of not feeling anything – It’s like the space of my feelings gets dammed up and creates a pool that seems like a mirage of space. So I was doing this reading for this woman and I was at the same time talking about my own feelings about similar issues and something worked its way loose. I was much more present than I’ve been in the past, just as I’m now much more confident in talking about my intuition in the “public” space of the world wide web.
It’s ironic, but the more I post here in this “space”, the more the space seems to collapse. My blogs and my Pinterest boards mean quite a bit to me, but even as I post more and more I can feel my individuality slipping away. All of the web is one big hyper-compressed mass of the same information over and over. There’s nowhere to go but here, and “here” is a rotten dirty pile of American garbage – by which I mean our political and economic system and our trivial entertainment industry.
I’ve had to lower my expectations of humanity so far in my life that it hurts to think about, and now Trump and his Army of Emptiness are forcing me to lower them even more.
At least I’m seeing the spirit world more and more clearly. And posting on the web is changing me. I’m getting that hard outer shell I need in order to really write about the moronic society I live in.
For instance, I bought three copies of the latest National Enquirer, which accuses Angelina Jolie of being on drugs. Other sources have debunked that rumour thoroughly, but I’m still totally amazed that that rag had the temerity to publish that story, and I’ve decided I’m going to write an extensive (for me) article on the subject.
