Pieces fitting into place...

Pisces (Feb. 19-March 20): In order for you to fulfill your life's mission, where should you direct your life? What influences deserve your smartest passion? Which recipients of your gifts will give back to you the most useful riches? As long as Jupiter is in the sign of Cancer, until the beginning of August 2002, you will have an inside track to uncovering the best answers to these questions. To magnetize yourself to this wisdom, try this exercise. Twice a day for five minutes, visualize yourself holding a large silver cup. Imagine that the most beautiful person you've ever seen is pouring the most delicious drink you've ever drunk into that vessel.

--Message: 7
Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2001 17:24:32 -0800
From: "Maryann" <maps@mindsync.com>
Subject: Freewill Astrology Libra to Pisces


Spiritual Journal, 11/2/01, 1:38 a.m.

Jesus Christ. That, above, is the riddle of my life.

Okay. The above is a rewriting of an email I had in my email account for the Galactic Embassy Group on Yahoo Groups (Digest Number 389). Nov. 1, 2001. (11/1/01.) Message 7: Freewill Astrology Libra to Pisces

My brother is a Libra. I am a Pisces.

I take what was written @ 1:29 this morning :) is a message from my brother to me.

Spiritual Journal, 11/3/01

8:15 a.m.

Let me write this down now, before I forget. I remembered a way of looking at the world, much as Neo did after his 'resurrection': except the world for me was kind of orange, not green (different VAX colors?). But it did seem like I could "see" the physical contours of the room without having my eyes open. I knew I was entering a deep trance; but I was able to keep talking through it. From [when I recorded] my memories of the ear piercing and the Kool-Aid (which is the more significant one, I'd say), I was in that trance. I can hear the random sounds and see the mental images in my head, and remember how they came to be known as words to me, or 'memories', as the case may be.

The Kool-Aid incident. I couldn't have been more than four years old. I remember thinking about a self-referential thought. Some part of me knew that if I concentrated on this thought, that it would be dangerous (caught in a thought loop). But it managed to loop several times, me working through each of those first reiterations laboriously, like any unsuspecting four-year-old would. Then I shelved it. I shelved the still-recurring thought and deliberately thought about something else (whatever was in front of me--[my friends and I] were running off someplace). Tonight, I refelt that thought, and it is still running, as it must run throughout the whole [length of] my existence: like two mirrors converging upon themselves, the thought in the apex is destined to reflect itself unto infinity.

That, my friends, is the perpetual motion machine that seems to exist only metaphysically.