The Language of Me

I started out the day under the weather.  Even the weather was under the weather.  I feel better now.  I feel the trudge, trudge, trudge in my step.  Clouds reflect my inner life.  The full moon was so beautiful this week.  At a point, it was low in the sky and a bit orange.  In the last few weeks, I have become aware of how amazing it is to be able to spell and write freely.  It actually takes a lot of simultaneous connections in the brain.  All of these words are listed in my spectacular vernacular, and the spellings, mostly, come pretty easy.  Years ago, I met an owner of a publishing company centered in London.  A while after I met him, I felt him come through and express that people can't usually edit their own work.  He thought that I was working with a writing company like The Loft the whole time.  I did take one class their about writing one's own autobiography over 15 years ago, but I wasn't too interested in working further with them.  I think that world community is impressed today.  With all of the spiritual warfare I do, I am still able to write quickly and evolve in different areas of thought.  Ritualisms my way definitely go after my grey matter and neural pathways.  Every day is a new day.  I do warn people, especially today, to stop using Wiccan witchery against me, and especially Pagan satanism.  The boomerang of my sorcery defenses are about to explode more than just glasses and bottles in your hand.  It is best to start to turn off these abilities, and to maybe use a little borrowed wizardry to write.  The words on the page mean something right now, but that is about to not be for the general public.  Excessive use of electronic devices for knowledge, or even spell check, can take away from your ability to spell and remember things properly.  Know what is important, check a few things a week, and learning and memory as we know it will continue.  Good luck and God Speed.