Spirit of Dark Whispering

A darkly loquacious ambiance paints its luminous sillage in the waftings of the new black manse this evening-in-day. It's topnote is a delicious rainbow irony. This is usually an indicator that all fun is about to break loose in some way. It's full of whisperings, the all. Animated I'd say. Time to get the reflexes working in order to seize the ritual by the moment. Skywrite your intent in cloud and light and engage movement as your medium/message, because in truth, motion is all-- perpetually. Yoga's eight arms and fluid tango, engage. Balance invoked, grounded. Protection. Recent experience.

When you resist looking at your fear, you create conditions for it to arise in your environment. Don't do that. Eclipse snapped the spell. This is a strangely expressive medium in it's dimensionality. Someone can see what I'm listening to right now, for instance, if anyone cared. Time and record of time. Presence said to me yesterday, in the role of oracle, that placing your thoughts in front of the world engages reality. He didn't say it exactly this way, but more eloquently. This is, of course, why this digital shadow-diary exists. To put to word reality. That anyone reads it is not the point. Rather the point is, that someone could. It's pretty unsettling, to maybe harrowing. It engages the fear head on. The secrecy.