Wildy the Journeyman (into_the_wild) wrote,
Wildy the Journeyman
into_the_wild

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:: Flip Flap and Auras ::







I stare at the lower right corner of my laptop.
It reads 12:38 AM.
Everything is dead still.
Except for the plasticy green leaves of the Flip Flap, flapping, flapping, flapping conspicuously.

I ponder over the conversation on monday evening. At Mac Cafe.
He spoke of the voliatility of the markets.
He spoke of energy healing and auras.
He spoke of the end of the world.

I asked, "If you knew that the world would be consumed by a great flood in a month's time, and you knew that you could escape this calamity by going to this certain cave, would you go?" He replied, "If I'm given this insight, of course I would." I agreed. Sometimes the only choice is the insight that we've been granted. If I did not know that such a certain cave existed, I would have been happy to see the end of the journeying at the rise of the tide. But if I was given the insight, I would have persuaded those around me to travel to the cave to be saved, inspite of the fact that it doesn't matter at the end of the day. Between the path and the dead end, there is only one actual choice.

He spoke of me, and white auras, and aura vampires, and more.
I was enticed. I spent the following tuesday afternoon looking up facts of white auras via google. I was intrigued.
For now.

I stare at the lower right corner of my laptop.
It reads 1:02 AM.
Everything is still dead still.
Except for the plasticy green leaves of the Flip Flap, flapping, flapping, flapping conspicuously.
Waving farewell, to the departing soul.
Bon Voyage.

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