Comic Messages and Omens

 Nov 14 Supermoon

this past weekend, i went to an event,

tickets at the door, with numbers..door prizes

despite not going alone, I end up in a clan of four

door prize time,

i was watching the concert going on, away from my seat on the dance floor, drink in one hand. so i put the ticket stubs in my bosom after reading the numbers.

after an interminable time and my company who pulled tickets for gifts, a man was called up. he pulls a few and then calls my number.

i hug him. as i thought he was some kind of luck

then more tickets get called. the second ticket in my bosom gets called. they wanted to know whose ticket it was, so i called either of the other two, to go and claim. the fourth was actually one of the celebrities performing.

i write that because it was mentioned that because i put the tickets in my bosom, they yielded. and it was as a symbol of all to come to me. i neither engaged nor queried these views.

i was in five inch heels for the whole night. seemingly comfortable, until i woke up yesterday morning. and i was dreaming too, but for the life of me I cant explain why the middle of my back is hurting/aching horizontally/ I consider it somehow an alignment issue but the orientation of the ache makes it peculiar. 

The Cosmic Council/Clan? Community?

then i also dreamt in the short hours i slept. something about living in a town home that seemed to be attached in a community type cluster, perhaps four or five homes to a platform huge courtyard , but the attachment merely meant platforms, there was air and space passing in between each unit. the implication was that one was mine. I saw people. more men than women. and i swear at some point i get a sense that a man stepped on my back, and yet it was not a means of violence, attack, abuse, or anything negative. unless i am not getting the whole event, but somehow remembering what occurred. I dont know.. but i write it because something about this whole few days, this ache I cant explain..the connection of men bringing luck, when i dreamt of men. I merely wanted to document the links, even if i cant make them

part of it too i do feel as if there is a hand in the mix somewhere...someone trying to limit and subdue my star, movement, blight me somehow and the need for me to heed and act accordingly, even if i am unable to do it enough. in a right sphere i would beam up and out/ totally

then in serious true to form in terms of my suspicion...a long lost cousin, the male twin to my female, as it was the first in the beginning, we are the first grand set to our grandparents. It was the two of us before any others came for five years...he has reappeared in my life this weekend. i have yet to see him. I was gallivanting when he visited to invite us to his son's pending nuptials....so this writing is to do nothing but to usher in, acknowledge, receive appropriately and call out onto what and all ever good tidings this way to me, comes/

 "Bring It"

Courtesy Photos:   the first: my photo of last night's Super MoonThe Other two: The Art of Mirlande Jean-Gilles.

Courtesy Photos: First : my own photo from last nightThree The Art of Mirlande Jean-Gilles.

the last, my photo from last night