DAY 1. {AND DAY 0.} First day of manifestation. Brain too tired to worry, so I was as happy and relaxed as exhausted. A girl came to my tableau today. I was a drained teacher after 2 hours of sleep, so I asked her what she wants to do. Not a class design I get high on (giving from my green light zone), but when I heard this, I knew it…
Train ride in bright sunshine Stations wizzing by, then a bridge. Under September clouds a single bird turns and completes a new spiral. The sunlight blinds me I close my eyes, let the frail warmth sink in and fill my features. Time for waiting
I was once asked how I knew I had fallen in love. ”Why, it was when every day became poetry,” I replied. How would it feel then, to live as if you were always in love? That’s what I experienced at the Sisters Academy. Nothing was an accident at the Academy. A gorgeous, glimmering serendipity was everywhere, but accidents? None. Almost getting lost as one first entered the Academy, stumbling…
I go through the exit rituals of preparing the bed for the next visitor, leaving the notebook in the archive with the charming Mode, waiting on the staircase with other students who are terminating their stay. The process is long and demanding on my patience, but I talk with some of the people I have met at this school. We smile, we hug, we do not want it to end,…
The Light is eternal energy. The Sound is Love. Being in Time is difficult. Being in Time is beautiful. Love & Sound Blue Poppy – The Angel of Light and Professor Time / Industrial Strange
