I feel like I woke up to write.
Foreboding dreams about 4; then 2 bearded men who appeared to be related, and on some kind of mission.
Something about darkness on the horizon.
Something about looming change.
I want to write about my daughter and how much of a beautiful human being she’s become.
I want to write of the 14th anniversary of a heart attack.
I want to write about my strategies that disappoint the “advocates”.
I want to write about psychic abilities, prayer, and other ethereal matters.
Instead I write about a feeling.
There is something going on this morning.
I’m wide awake at 1:30 AM.
I sense a change occurring either in myself, or the world at large.
Today; Monday, November 26, 2007.
There is something going on.