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Mouse hooked me up with a full ancestral paper trail should anyone ever go poking about in my history. Basically, there was a lost garou who ended up getting abducted and turned into a Black Spiral Dancer. The Walkers backtracked the guy's geneology, found his family roots (distant Walker kin located in Spokane, WA), and that seemed to be that. Mouse pulled some strings, had some records doctored, and now I've got a link in to this "lost" branch of the Glass Walkers. Scarily, she told me she'd put that together before the caern's awakening--in case she died. She wanted me to have a link in with the tribe so that if it ever came up--or if anyone ever did any looking--I'd be covered. The Walkers have done more for me than my own father ever did, and damned if I know where my mother is--or if she's even alive.
Spent a lot of time this weekend meditating at the Osprey Fountain node. I've found that if you've got a strategically positioned seat and an open newspaper, you can sit, eyes closed, meditating, and no one looks at you. If they do, they don't see your face: they see your newspaper shielding your face. (A little trick I'm borrowing from Rajani, the kitsune that was in the area before Thomas--and who was hellbent on taking out the monster behind Plasticorp.) It's really soothing to just extend my senses over the fountain's area and sense the myriad types, direction, and flow of forces. It's kind of like watching a fast-moving river splashing and winding around rocks and bends, except more vibrant and engaging. And interactive if I want it to be. It's a truly subtle thing to gently redirect the paths of a trio of plastic bag "tumbleweeds" drifting through the area. Thinking and meditating, I was reminded of Yoda's words to Luke: "You must feel the Force around you. Here, between you. Me. The tree. The rock. Everywhere!" I can feel it, Yoda. I can feel it. And it is /beautiful/. So. Damn. Beautiful.
Spent a lot of time this weekend meditating at the Osprey Fountain node. I've found that if you've got a strategically positioned seat and an open newspaper, you can sit, eyes closed, meditating, and no one looks at you. If they do, they don't see your face: they see your newspaper shielding your face. (A little trick I'm borrowing from Rajani, the kitsune that was in the area before Thomas--and who was hellbent on taking out the monster behind Plasticorp.) It's really soothing to just extend my senses over the fountain's area and sense the myriad types, direction, and flow of forces. It's kind of like watching a fast-moving river splashing and winding around rocks and bends, except more vibrant and engaging. And interactive if I want it to be. It's a truly subtle thing to gently redirect the paths of a trio of plastic bag "tumbleweeds" drifting through the area. Thinking and meditating, I was reminded of Yoda's words to Luke: "You must feel the Force around you. Here, between you. Me. The tree. The rock. Everywhere!" I can feel it, Yoda. I can feel it. And it is /beautiful/. So. Damn. Beautiful.
