I have seen fragile and intrepid auras .  Unexpected, previously unexamined auras of living, embodied, possibly like-you spirits.  Before, in this life.  I have.  And marveled most immaculately at such mysterious immediations.

Something tells me I’m about to embark upon such aura-sightings again.  Like…woo.  

I’ve never seen an aura via blog before.  Except (almost, if almost counts) for MommaRose, who once appeared me to in a delirium of flu I was suffering about 3 years ago as a preeminently ‘nothing but the Music’ fluctuation of internetted light.  I didn’t even share that with her.  Go figure: I’m such a recluse when I go vibrational mystic.

Most romantics proclaim: “Light of my Life!”  But I ponder: the life of my light.  The perpetually scopic.  The drunken photons emanating from the Sun.

True imaginative intercourse.  I wonder what the hell that is.  As I find myself ever always alone, under the gun, on the run.