I had the strangest, most vivid dreams. I kept accidentally traveling through time, would randomly go from one to the next. I couldn’t keep track. One moment it was 2010, next it was 3000 and I was afraid to go outside and see if humanity hadn’t managed to totally fuck itself up. Well it hadn’t, but I was levitating in the street and so were other people. Hm. I finally got back to my own time, and was told that at my current job, every perm employee had to have one of their teeth extracted and spend the next four months spending as much time standing as possible in order to fully recover from the surgery. They recommended taking up painting during that time.
No drugs or meds, I swear.
Morning rite went well.
Also, this fasting thing? It’s not working out. I’m either Doing It Wrong or it’s just not what I need to be doing. Nearly every time I do it, I am set to get sick, screw up my digestive system, all sorts of madness. I was in the bathroom WAY too much today owing probably due to what I ate after not having eaten the whole day. I’m wondering if I just need to do some sort of raw thing, juicing thing, I don’t know what thing, but I’m just not reaping the benefits of this other than proving I can torture myself for the cause. There HAS to be a better way.
Noon prayer rite went well.
I gotta figure my shit out, but I have gained some nice keys and insights, thanks to Saturday night.
Evening rite went well.