Just A Normal Day of Delivery

I have a new Starbucks to write from.  The final points of decorating were finished today.  I feel my mind exploring other dimensions as I complete day to day tasks.  I am in a process of becoming.  I feel myself getting a little more E.T. each day.  I am happy in my new space, but I am making sure that I get out each day.  Winds blow and the sea and the Earth is rage.  I feel the pain as these celestial entities begin to tunnel through our population.  I have now stepped into the sunshine, and the sweltering heat is a malady to reality.  My telepathy is helpful, and now the ice is in the water for men who come into my space to handle delivery and setup.  They are truly men of a few words, but the telepathy points out that they need privacy.  Wiccan witches to must have boundaries if they want things done properly.  I found these men of service depleted and lonely.  I provide a time for them to check in and say to them, silently, that their life is important to this planet.  Caged and confused is where they would be if I had not taken on assisted living facilities everywhere for over five years.  I just walk through the day and night and answer the questions that are proposed to me.  I just loved seeing my mom being so happy for me getting my love seat and accoutrement.  I feel like she is finally being able to be an asset to all community when it comes to me.  I now have a special auto man that she found that is a box to put things in as well as a place to put my feet.  Thank you so much mercurial master of my birth and Oahu colony.  She can now deal with Japan directly and stop the cross talk at workout facilities around me.  I am still a little blocked, so I will just sit and sense what is happening around me.