scrolls underneath the handle bar….

today was very special.  turquoise mu returned to me.  as did matu, my wolf daemon.  raw apatite stones came into the shop, and opened a portal.  i got a cool feeling in my tummy, just minutes before noticing water coming quickly through the crack between shops, drenching the rugs, merchandise on the floor, chords.  the flood.  when eating dinner with white cobra after cleaning up the water, she mentioned turquoise mu seeming connected to the raw apatite that came into the shop today, holding several of us captive to its magic.  i turned to a section i had written in my notebook days ago, about turquoise mu’s story, and it said, “she knew the flood was coming.”… just as i knew before the flood at work, when that cool feeling enveloped me, though i did not know what it meant at the time.  retrospect revealed. chills up the spine.  the worlds are melding.  my right tricep arm muscle wont stop spasming…been so since three am last night…after waking from the nightmare, that when i woke, made me say in my head, “that nightmare was like taking everything horrific about being human and putting it in a blender.”   murder, scary slime, desecration, betrayal, chaos…everything base, id, creature…every gross example you can think of, all happening at once, in one large room.  one of my deepest fears.  and just like the dream the other night, which also contained flooding and betrayal, i was pretty calm , as i moved through the experiences.  like i was tonight, in the real life flood.  i mean, i freaked out but i calmed down quickly, and then it felt like, “ok, this is happening now,” and life kept bringing what we needed in the moment.  trust.  faith.  dare i say, am i conquering fear?  i keep saying, dare i say.  anyhow, the dreams from the other night came true…not literally, but the emotional theme.  it feels like my cells are communicating with me through metaphor, in dreams and visions.  it’s why two people saw black cobra in their visions at the workshop monday night.  this must be mars in pisces opening up psychic communication between the cells and the mind.  the cells are the soul.   one…organism.  must paint, but i think it must wait till morning. feel exhausted.  full moon belly.  mind like the wind.  da da da da, da da, da da.  unraveling.  changing.  coming out of comfort zones.  being tested.  hunting for the trigonic record keep that wants to speak with me.  feeling it’s an amethyst.  let myself get angry last night, too.  it’s rare somebody can bring on my id nature like that, but jeez, when i go there, i go all the way in.  like the blender nightmare. blood, bile, slime, bacteria…want me to continue?  when these life forms ruled the earth, it was the yuga before the last one.  i remember being there…when the first single cell bacteria broke off and became her own life form.  separate.  this was very exciting, sad, and strange….as evolution always is.  pangea both cried and was delighted…