There is blood in the air. That is my best assessment of the energies stationary overhead. I feel a moon size iron sphere swinging-by real close. At the Chapel where I heal, there is a wooden statue of Christ. He stands his arms wide open, his white robe forming the cross. He has great brown hair and beard. He has a cloak of red meat about to drop heavily on the ground. Below him, carved in wood, two cornucopia (maybe shaped like organs, i still wonder), containing his red blood.
I also had a vision about the way of the night. I was reading through a briefing and deciding to separate definitively from a part of me, a part of my Ship. It was a thrilling decision but it was clear; Yes. Let it fly.
Immediately, there was strong debate in my Soul’s Court about that rusty old bucket I was dragging along. Thought provoking arguments were made, some left me floating for a moment. Define the rights of the Dark Aspects we keep.
“I accept all my brothers as they are yet, their methods appal me. I accept their existence yet, not on my ship. “
“Can we erase something outdated? Can we only archive?”
Anyway, while the debate was going on upstairs, I collected all data we had on the rusty old bucket we were dragging along and compiled it neatly. The final decision came to me and I hit the button. Good luck. A Green Laser came side rail, rid me of that heavy and cumbersome structure. And then, a massive cloud of red dust.
There was nothing there.
A big fuss and nothing there. Just dust. Red Dust.
Silly me, I thought.