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Topic: Scrying the Word Cloud
I’m starting a new discussion if you find some interesting message in the Word Cloud of our energy deposits.
Or poems, or nonsense…Feel free to indulge
From wikipedia on scrying : Scrying or crystal gazing is the occult practice of using a medium, most commonly a reflective surface or translucent body, to aid perceived psychic abilities such as clairvoyance. The media often used to “see” are water, polished precious stones, crystal balls, or mirrors.
In reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories
Dory was in fact only seeing one parrot: it was a bit exhausted and its head seemed like it had a toothache… but it had no tooth.
“Hum.”
Dory was startled by the masculine voice. She hadn’t heard any sound from someone coming or felt any breeze indicating movement. As she turned her look at the man, she was even more startled by his face. A young face with bright amber eyes, and some funny tattoo on his forehead. She was unable to find any association with the shape which seemed to change in every moment. She was a bit hypnotized by it’s multi-dimensionality.
“hum” the man said again.
“Are you looking for something here?”
His voice was deep and warm, very reassuring and she wasn’t feeling alone now, the tunnel was indeed feeling very crowded, the presence of the man was awesome.
“Well it seems I’ve found you…” she said.
“Enchanté. My name is Georges.” he said, a smile illuminating his face.
“I just came out of the Faded Cabbage, a very nice tavern in Dalmot… I felt some dizzy portal appearing and felt the impulse to go through it, and here I am.”
It was all nonsense to Dory, except the cabbage part that reminded her of the coleslaw. Her belly was growling.
“Actually I’m quite hungry, and I’ve nothing to eat…”
“Oh” he said. He just looked in her eyes, making her feel more dizzy or blurred, she was feeling so out of her reality.
The smell of coleslaw was filling the tunnel…
“I have some… what do you call that ?”
