Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

PSI,SCY Pi, etc

Yesterday was a busy day in the sky. 2 or 3 pair of glasses, birds of different types and excaliber was facing the wrong way, to me. I just had to drink it all in, in my groggy morning fog. I tried to process it and memorize, but Helen always says that these things will come clear when you get to them. So, I just enjoyed the jottings that were clear.

I always think that excaliber is stuck in the bottom of the ocean and a symbol of the fiery sword that was turned to and fro, "keeping the way". It has to be down, was my anticipation of the ending of the story that the angel was engaging me in, but now I don't know. He loves to show me how tennis moves compare to his longstanding motions and diligence before he lost it. I couldn't really see him, yesterday, so maybe this is the part that he let it go and it was flying.

The evening sky was looking like the burning garbage that we saw.
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Sparrow's Spring nest

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