There were two big bodies of water that met in a single line, but they did not mingle. As if there was a piece of glass between them... but no. I could see the arms and legs of a woman dancing, but could not see her face or torso, she herself was the line dividing … Continue reading Thirty-Six
The Siberian man was leading me upwards on a meandering mountain path. It was quite foggy but I knew we were already rather high up. Then we reached a plateau, I was not sure whether it was the top of the mountain or there was more above us. In any case, a far-eastern Buddhist monk came to meet us, smiling.
"Who are you?" - I asked. There was no reply. I tried to guess, but its energy felt so alien that I had no idea what this being could be. Was it one of the outer planets? Uranus? Pluto? Neptune? None of them aspect my Moon... Saturn? He wouldn't be so fluid... why didn't it say something?
Next, I was with the Siberian man, we were at sea, going very fast in his boat. At one point, there came a huge wave, but instead of pouring down on us, it stopped and stood still, I could feel some of the water as vapour on my skin.
