Once upon a time on a Friday in November

Once upon a time, On a Friday in November, a student of kabbalah was quantumly musing.
She believes in energy. She believes in the quantum effects of thoughts and consciousness. In the meantime, as the sun shines and everything sheds with this fall season once again, she wonders. What is real? She thinks she's crazy. She wonders if she is speaking a language hitherto unheard on Earth.
She sighs.
She gazes in wonderment at a completely relaxed Cat Sleeping.
How can they be that relaxed? Because they know. They know what it is just to be. And, they have whiskers.
The clouds roll in and cover the sun. The temperature drops. Musing Girl misses snow.

She stretches her energy field and imagination - out into many levels. What a lot of disconnection, she notices. The sacred portals are opening. She thinks about perhaps putting her story of the stones out there. Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Shabbat candlelighting time is 5:13. The days are getting shorter. They get shorter and shorter then we get a day of even then they get longer and longer.

Musing Girl believes in the cleansing power of snow. She again thinks about her wanderings - ah. Fascinating. She will continue to wander and wonder. Making the Grand Connection. Life. Fascinating. Sometimes, she makes believe she is Daniel Jackson, from Stargate SG1. Hello. That's initial contact. Then, We're friendly explorers. Isn't that what we all are? Friendly Explorers? Trying to make contact with our fellow human beings? Then, you start to exchange information. Then you learn. Musing Girl finds that the technique of making herself Daniel Jackson works very well. Sometimes, her friend The Queen wishes she wouldn't make believe she were Bruce Springsteen and sing. But Quantum Girl believes in singing. Singing is good. Songs are good. Bruce is good. BSB are good. (That one's for u Fricky :P) Music soothes the soul. Its all about catharsis. And emotion. And the timeless bond that joins us all.

Shabbat Shalom

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