The quiet melody of a sibylline thought-form imprints in the flicking tail of a young kitten. Raise your paws, flatten your ears, and greet the day. The forest canopy is using telepathy to tell you that the Pleiades are waiting for you to come home. It is what it is, and that’s what the deal is.
Think about these things today: yellow ochre, phantom quartz, music in the key of C, the scent of geranium, and the ancestral wisdom of saguaro.
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