And there it was...
That intuitive alarm system hot-wired within that universe between my conscious and subconscious began its resounding clamor. As all metaphysical shit go, the resonance this handy-dandy irk detector of mine can be likened to that of the sound emitted when you blow at a dog whistle. A sound on a whole other dimensional frequency.
As the Max-Martian that I am, my brainwaves function within that range of oddness.
Anyway, back to the point!
My crap-o-meter sent shock-waves all throughout my body, setting my nerves on the edge of anxiety attacks, and got my heart plummeting figuratively down to the pit of my acerbic stomach.
This all due to the fact that there was something off about him. The almost tangible energy that others radiate off into the proverbial id can affect people depending on their level of connection with this so-called energy of the universe. It so happens that I, your weirdo wallflower, have the double-edged fortune of being oh so attuned and blessed by Bathala that I can somewhat gleam an idea of the most likely outcome of certain moments yet to come to pass.
I know, it sounds as if I said that I could see into the future in the most obnoxious way possible, but I argue (not beg) to differ. I don't know exactly who does what in which place. I just have those glimmers of where, what path of consciousness, the other persons energy will most likely head towards.
Awesome right? Depends on what day you ask me.
Since negative emotions are stronger, woo-ooh, that only goes to figure that negative energy radiates out stronger. So guess which energy pole I pick up more often than not?
Being an empath on-top of that has led to it's own set of internal issues. But that's another story.
Back to him...
I knew from the beginning things were bound to end in different paths, but I never figured there would be a level of indifference. Well, maybe not that unfeeling... I never figured the disinterest? Maybe reciprocating treatment?
I don't know how to phrase such an indescribable disengagement of some unknown vital instrument that made the music we make sound lacking. On which I, inevitably, associate to what myself lacks that this happened.
The level of emotional attachment that I allowed myself to have with this person was the appreciation of his interest in conversing with me. WAS being the operative word.
The countdown begins on the closing of this incredibly made-complicated simple arrangement between friends....
And HELL YES! You bet your monkeys butt-farted uncle I'm gonna hope my little pinky toes off that I don't lose my buddy... I already miss the old times when we didn't go a day without talking.
Here's to all for believing I actually EVER get what I hope for!
That intuitive alarm system hot-wired within that universe between my conscious and subconscious began its resounding clamor. As all metaphysical shit go, the resonance this handy-dandy irk detector of mine can be likened to that of the sound emitted when you blow at a dog whistle. A sound on a whole other dimensional frequency.
As the Max-Martian that I am, my brainwaves function within that range of oddness.
Anyway, back to the point!
My crap-o-meter sent shock-waves all throughout my body, setting my nerves on the edge of anxiety attacks, and got my heart plummeting figuratively down to the pit of my acerbic stomach.
This all due to the fact that there was something off about him. The almost tangible energy that others radiate off into the proverbial id can affect people depending on their level of connection with this so-called energy of the universe. It so happens that I, your weirdo wallflower, have the double-edged fortune of being oh so attuned and blessed by Bathala that I can somewhat gleam an idea of the most likely outcome of certain moments yet to come to pass.
I know, it sounds as if I said that I could see into the future in the most obnoxious way possible, but I argue (not beg) to differ. I don't know exactly who does what in which place. I just have those glimmers of where, what path of consciousness, the other persons energy will most likely head towards.
Awesome right? Depends on what day you ask me.
Since negative emotions are stronger, woo-ooh, that only goes to figure that negative energy radiates out stronger. So guess which energy pole I pick up more often than not?
Being an empath on-top of that has led to it's own set of internal issues. But that's another story.
Back to him...
I knew from the beginning things were bound to end in different paths, but I never figured there would be a level of indifference. Well, maybe not that unfeeling... I never figured the disinterest? Maybe reciprocating treatment?
I don't know how to phrase such an indescribable disengagement of some unknown vital instrument that made the music we make sound lacking. On which I, inevitably, associate to what myself lacks that this happened.
The level of emotional attachment that I allowed myself to have with this person was the appreciation of his interest in conversing with me. WAS being the operative word.
The countdown begins on the closing of this incredibly made-complicated simple arrangement between friends....
And HELL YES! You bet your monkeys butt-farted uncle I'm gonna hope my little pinky toes off that I don't lose my buddy... I already miss the old times when we didn't go a day without talking.
Here's to all for believing I actually EVER get what I hope for!
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