So Many Realms, So Little Time

I am trying to start my entry again.  I have been becoming sleepy, publicly, this week, but I have also done a lot to have this be.  Today was an important day and it reminded me of when I met Andy Trump after he hired me for a large group catering company.  I did not know of his lineage, but I walked into the conference room, sat in the position of power, and joked that I felt like we were about to film an episode of "The Apprentice."  He stayed in the background, but I could feel his energy.  All of the constellations in the sky started to twinkle so bright that they began to sing a tune that sounded like Winnie the Pooh on marmalade.  I am fatigued after my morning of errands.  I am so grateful that it began to rain.  It feels like everything inside is upside down.  When reality matches even rug in the bathroom, I will know true peace.  I just continue to streamline, and I am sleeping properly.  I have waited for this for over a decade.  I feel like I am finally in the right place at the right time.  Maybe now people will see a different part of me.  Heart will sound like the guitar and drums of the band of the same name.  Maybe Annie Lennox will come out of hiding to make her own version of "Zombie" filmed, live, in the streets of Belfast, Ireland.  Who knows what black cat will cross her path?  I am moving the parabola to create a flowing cosine wave.  It will be something that no one has ever seen.  I know when to shake hands, and when to act aloof and let others take the lead.  I am working.  I am always working.  So many realms, so little time.