After 2230 hours and you have been busy working on cleaning house, etc. for company on Monday. A few minutes ago you realized you made a mistake on the chessboard model on 15 November, and so noted the error.
There was a time I would be really upset but it is not that important, I got from the model what I needed to. I am sitting in the living room listening to jazz.com on my iPad and speakers. Sounds so good. What a relax. No writing today as usual but when I awoke this morning I had a ‘flash-vision’ of a full chess board waiting to be played. And earlier tonight, at dusk, I had a ‘vision’ of my muse with her arms outstretched on the broad Highlands of Scotland while listening to GoRadio-Celtic.com.
Your mind is telling you to get to work, boy. Two flash-visions in one day – a chessboard full of pieces to play and your muse with open arms on the broad Highlands. – Amorella.
Muse’s flash-vision was from a photo she has. I have to admit I have never had a ‘vision-memory-of-a-photo’ before. The chessboard set with pieces was a regular kind of ‘flash’. The ‘picture’ seems to appear on the inside of my skull just outside of my frontal lobe. It is like a flash-photo, almost as if I am viewing from afar right in front of me. All the pieces were on the board; that was significant to me; it was ready to play. My muse was in a free place, she was free to be herself, and was. That is the importance of the original photograph to me.
Perhaps this was an event – cause sort of event today. Perhaps your muse was saying to you, “Rich, time to play chess with your words, my friend.” One message happened by earlier than the other. Faster than light, boy, that’s what thought can be, even faster than neutrinos. – Amorella.
That would be cool, Amorella, to have a grasp of the future before it happens in real life.
It happens, just like shit, boy. It happens. Post. – Amorella.
Ha! My being dead will happen, Amorella, no question about it.
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