Let's Dance

I sit in the icebox and a cold wind blows.  I find the icy hearts in the corner.  Everyone has their strategy, I continue to endure in motion.  Right now I listen to the squeak that says to remain silent.  Telepathy is real, and it will prevail.  I am stepping out and testing the lines by tapping on doorways.  It is vital to not make "subjects" feel invaded upon.  In the end, it is me who was the one experiencing invasion.  Remote view and tunnel through for 42 years is certainly a brutal sentence.  Stricture, always stricture.  I feel fatigue in this day, and I am seeking to eat more than I wish.  People show signs of talk, but I need to be sunshine for a few who are coming into something new.  This is not my hierarchy.  I do monitor people in environment, but that is not the space of auric centering of supreme beings.  Too much mojo, not enough wine.  Let's just cuddle up, buttercup, and see who we can find online.  Soon I will see epiphany, but for now I am in the dark.