synesthesia, spirituality, tantra, psychic elevation

My most recent synesthetic experiences have led me to believe that my taste sensations are becoming ghosts compared to the cross-linking of color, sound, texture, and emotion. Color and music are still deeply intertwined, but they don't taste much anymore: now it's all about texture, personality, feeling, emotion. The colors of dark red, cobalt blue, and forest green all have such fascinating textures, emotions, and personalities -- but their tastes are almost ghostly. This is fine by me, honestly. The taste of black used to be so thick and sticky, and now it's... less so. Now it just feels thick and sticky, and sounds like molasses pouring. I wonder why this happens?

Had a fascinating experience after last night's tantric sex. My mind partitioned during meditation, and I connected to ley lines in eight different countries (Greece, Ireland, Egypt, Brazil, Italy, Russia, Romania, Japan). I'm still trying to figure out that connection. (Yes, skeptics can scoff, I don't mind.) It took me a while to come down off the high. Adam kept smiling at me like he knew a secret. Silly mage, I thought. It turns out, though, that he's been partitioning his spirit all over the world for years now. It took us connecting on that higher level for me to get it myself. I'm a slow learner when it comes to magic, but when I do it, I do it fully. Yay for me.

What exists?

Strange dream last night, but I got an intriguing quote from it...

I was talking with someone, a woman, whose face was in shadow; we were sitting in the middle of a desert surrounded by what looked like trees. The sun was incredibly bright. Colors streaked across the sand in strange patterns.

I don't remember much, except for one thing she said: "Everything exists. Whether or not certain things exist for certain people depends on the individual's perception. What exists for you might not exist for someone who does not believe. Use your magic the way you want. If someone chooses to claim that magic does not exist, they can be absolutely correct. Magic does not exist for them. But it does exist for you. You don't always have to explain why."

And then she reached out and touched my face -- her hand felt like wind -- and said, "Don't stress over it. Accept what you feel. And don't take criticism so harshly."

I should do that more often.

Honest Tea Pomegranate Red Tea with Goji Berry

http://www.honesttea.com/products/tea/pom_red/
http://imbibable.com/category/beverage-types/tea/

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OhMyGods. Oh my gods. AUGH. *flail*
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*gasp, pant, more dancing*

This. Is. The. Greatest. Beverage. I. Have. Ever. Had.
Ever.

I feel like crying. This is like manna. Ambrosia. Nectar. Insert holy type food or drink here.
Rooibos tea. Pomegranate juice. Goji berries. I bow before this glass bottle. *bows*

Hi, this is my new addiction, yes. This does to my insides what Linda's Emollient Cream does to my skin: causes sheer, torrential bliss to surge throughout my being.

Yes, that's over the top. No, I don't care. I'm excited.

Imbolc 2008

Blessed Imbolc.

http://www.wicca.com/celtic/akasha/imbolclore.htm

"In modern Wicca and Paganism, Brighid is viewed as the maiden aspect of the maiden/mother/crone cycle. She walks the earth on the eve of her day, and before going to bed each member of the household should leave a piece of clothing outside for Brighid to bless. Smoor your fire as the last thing you do that night, and rake the ashes smooth. When you get up in the morning, look for a mark on the ashes, a sign that Brighid has passed that way in the night or morning. The clothes are brought inside, and now have powers of healing and protection thanks to Brighid."