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darkemeralds) wrote2012-03-01 07:40 pm
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More unusual things
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We talked for a long time over tea and lime cookies with whoops-too-green icing, while the vile weather gradually improved.

Whoops
Our conversations are almost never purely mundane: even when we both worked in the World's Tallest Basement and took frequent, ridiculously long coffee breaks together, we never ran out of serious spiritual subjects to talk about.
Today was no exception. We caught up with my Self-Improvement Moratorium and the most recent leg of her journey up from some difficulties. We discussed the energetic interaction between people and the electronic devices to which they're emotionally attached. And then we tried out the Healing Codes.
The Healing Codes are a new energy method that I've been experimenting with. It's good stuff; purports to remove unconscious long-term stress by clearing negative memories and false beliefs from the deepest cellular levels of the body, after which the body is better able to heal itself. The Healing Codes use some qigong-like energy directed from the fingers to places around the head and neck. You can feel it happening. It's very interesting.
Then, feeling uplifted and connected and Sourced up, we turned our thoughts to some lunch. Lily,
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Well heck yeah. Let's go there. So we set out on foot.
First, there were the crows. Big, shiny ones. They swooped down across our path, one after the other, while the Boss Crow cawed directions from the top of a nearby spruce.
Then, Shoulder Cat. She came prancing up, longhaired and white, but with a tabby-striped brown tail and a tabby-striped patch above one green eye, as if she was made out of beautiful spare cat parts.
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Then, the ring. Once Shoulder Cat could be persuaded to get down, we walked on, and a few steps later something shiny went rolling across the sidewalk in front of my feet. I picked it up. It was a copper ring. I put it on.

Plumbing part? Or magic sign?
Next came the art. The Tin Shed had art for sale on the walls. One piece showed crows and a magic tree, so I bought it.

Print on plexiglass by Lucia Johnson
As we ate,
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Honest. We did not spend our meal over our devices. We talked.
The other cats came next. On the way home, every cat ran out to greet us. We were the Copper-Be-ringed Energy-handed Pied Cat Pipers of Northeast 14th Avenue.
Then at last there was the sign.
