This time is really strange. Seemed like the 22nd lasted three days. Like I was dreaming in time. I would awaken, and it would be the 22nd. And again the next day. And again the next.

Sometimes mystery’s feather is universal and everyone experiences its otherworldly caresses. Sometimes it is local to a person or place or time. But even when it’s universal, each being has unique senses and experiences of it. We would do well to listen carefully; not merely with our ears.

With the aspect of our being that participates directly in the worlds of origin and embodiment.