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To sum up where we are at this point, I just found out that the one person I would like to talk to about what& #39;s going on with me right now died two years ago.
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That song& #39;s not for Debbi. I am not sure H&O had enough kapow for her.
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Again, not for Debbi. But that is a song that helps me stay in flow.
I& #39;m pulling a warm bath in the cosmic slipstream. Soundtrack: Sundown/Gordon Lightfoot. Ahhhhhh. #Peace
Here& #39;s the thing. From where I sit, Debbi wasn& #39;t an astrologer. She was a poet and she used astrology to "archetyze" her ideas and give them structure.
For me personally, Debbi (and the book) was the big sister I needed but just didn& #39;t have in my life.
If nothing else, for one thing. My family sure as hell did not see what was in the Pulp Fiction briefcase. And I think Debbi did.
Part of this isn& #39;t clear yet. There& #39;s some relationship between words& #39; meaning that I visualize like droplets hitting water. It& #39;s like there is some structure where the center of the droplet is the objective/core truth of the word, but the ripple that goes out is still true.
it& #39;s a work in progress
