Now that I’ve passed the worst of my brush with the other side I’m left with impressions that don’t quite fit yet. Yet! I find they fit, but till then I can’t say. Saturday October 7th I kept picturing someone stuck in the rain late at night. I can’t tell if the image is connected to someone else’s worry (survivors guilt), or the source of the image itself even though there is no connection to my own self (a random empathic connection).

The nature around me tells me its happy I am here, protecting the smaller ones. I can’t help thinking of Kawawaymog lake, and the smallest pieces pointing me to look behind it toward wet lake.

The advice I could get through was using white trees, and branches to point out where he was. My gift is slowly twisting as I try to sort out the how, and why.