When I was a kid I wanted to enhance my psychic abilities. I devoted my lifetime to that goal and succeed. I knew what I was asking for, and got it.
I feel like I’ve had my head in the sand. I must have had psychic PTSD. Overload, I just didn’t want to look at an ephemeris or a tarot card for the past four months. Beltane is all ready coming, what’s wrong with me?
Future shell shock – maybe? As it was in 2001… the only true thing I can say, and with confidence, is that I sense something terrible is coming. And for whatever reason my unconscious is being shielded from looking at it.
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