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Cutting Ties
My landlord knocked at my front door, and when I answered, he reported selling the cottage where I have resided for six and a half years, as if stumbling along a rock-strewn path. I selected InnerRealm Radio and tapped on Expert Readout News. I had a vivid visual of a dark, purple black energy force, and identified Prototype Boss Anger and Crew preparing for a fight. Calling on Greek Times, I morphed to a Charioteer reining in a Horse Team terrorized by fireworks underhoof.
Once my torso, arms, and legs were one with the horseflesh, I calmed down to ask pertinent questions, redirecting his bumbling, weak reassurance like brushing away flies. I possibly had three months to move on, but I heard Underlying Narratives suggesting a month. I bade him goodbye, closed the door, and noted Trek Highlights along the Path:
Terror
Alone
Unloved
Abandoned
I Can’t Do This
Once I PAIRed with the HorseTeam, I slowed down to feel the Alone Vibe, nothing to push against, like being in a dense fog. I called out, “Hello?” loud, louder, and yet louder until I received an echo returning from shore. Following Echo Engagement, I paddled to the edge of water, prepared for greetings of disinterest, signs that I don’t fit in. Instead, arms reached to welcome me home. But, I was vulnerable in…
