Being With the Animals

I am feeling so much Wiccan in the atmosphere today.  I now see that this constant flow my way has made me completely fatigued.  I healed one in the chain and now all can see properly.  The beautiful she is now ready for message delivery, even to human species.  She owns the ropes now.  She needs her privacy now to move in the way HER body intended at birth.  One, two, three cats on display.  I will say that the Tamarin both called out our presence to the primates as soon as they saw me.  They had never done that before.  The tapping is going to get carcinogenic soon enough, but not for me.  I verbalize against it and point out the bitter rage deceit.  The Tapas Monkeys were exactly where I wanted to be, in deep meditation that responded to my "oooom monkeys," chant.  The Spider Monkeys, all four, sat together hugging on a high rock.  My fatigue is great, but I did get here to Starbucks University, in Fridley.  I really should be screaming at the top of my lungs, but instead, I become conscious of my extreme agitation.  I will sit here and see if a creative and inventive thought comes my way.