I’m sizzling with psychic energy tonight, and doing something I haven’t done in more than ten years, improvising for the world. It’s the return of “A Meandering Trail in the Dust”, my old e-mail list. Inside and outside are merging again, this time in Chicago instead of Grand Rapids, Michigan (which can go to hell for all I care by the way). I get a sudden flash of the theme from Miami Vice.

It’s hard to concentrated because Kara is coming through very clear, ringing in my ears. Miami Vice is a flashback, and I also just subscribed to Vanity Fair so I can look at the archive. And I just found out Vogue’s whole archive is free. I’m traveling back in time tonight, with the Ghost of Whitney Houston. Last week’s guest of honor was Peter Steele and I’m continuing with the “probable suicide” theme, exploring the depths of emptiness that come with immersion in American “popular culture” which is really not much more than a sewer now.

It’s 10:02 AM now, the night went by pretty fast. For several hours I couldn’t get anything done after I wrote the first couple of paragraphs. I moved through images of Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, and some other unhappy, dead entertainers. I struggled with the image I finally got posted on Renderosity. I had to run the render several times. For such a simple image, it was very difficult to get right. I ran at the highest resolution and crashed the program a couple of times, wasted hours waiting for it to move forward. At the very end I settled for less but I still had to rerun it because flaws I had been missing for a week became apparent. However I’m satisfied with what I got.

The Moon is in Pisces and so this lackadaisical night that flew by seems to fit. I did a lot of work with Kara while this was going on. As evidence, witness this blog entry. At last I am blended with her plane as I write, spontaneously describing what’s going on without concern for the observation of the larger world. So this evening’s magical experiment has indeed succeeded. As a ritual, Becky’s Tea Party has advanced in clarity and power every week for two months now. I’m beginning to feel complete as a human being. I hope I don’t get killed, or anything. Yesterday a psychic told me I’d probably have my current job for 18 months, which was encouraging.

I’m not fighting the Pisces Moon, this is a day that dissolved into the cosmos. I’m looking forward to Aries tomorrow.