Tuesday, November 12, 2019

100 Steps

Last night was the Full Beaver Moon.  I didn't sleep at all.  It could have been the bad belly from eating so poorly, but my mind was full of devils and goblins.  I tried the old self-hypnosis thing of walking down a darkened stairway of 100 steps, counting as you go.  I never made it past 88 before I was out, but I would wake up in a panic moments later.  There was something down there, I guess.

I just ordered "The Complete Illustrated Book of the Psychic Sciences" for Ili.  That should be fun.

The sky was clear and the moon was big here last night.  If it had been yellow, I'd say the leaves came tumbling down (link).  But it wasn't.  It was a bright white that was hard to look at.  It was powerful.

Christmas is everywhere now.  I'll give in.  My mother bought my Christmas present yesterday, four new tires.  When the fellow asked me if I wanted the white side in or out, I became confused.  I said "out."  Now I am the only person on the road with white letters.  I was going to have them turned around, but I think I'll own it.  Living the dream.  One in a million.

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