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Mon, June 30--Kids should not have to worry about dying.
Rhys asked me over to discuss something he didn't want to talk about over text or the phone. My mind rushed through umpteen hundred different scenarios on the drive over. When I arrived, I realized I didn't recall anything--anything--from when I'd left my driveway to when I'd pulled up at Rhys's digs in the city. I have lost time before while driving--who hasn't?--but never for that long a period of time. It's like the thinking I was doing pushed my driving down to a subconscious level and kept it there so as to not interfere with my other thoughts.
The meet-up with Rhys was, surprisingly, one of the things I'd thought about on the way over. It was still a little shocking. He wanted me to put together a financial account for him so that he could invest the money he had from his mother's estate, continue pulling out a small allowance, and set the account up so that three other Walkers would have access to the funds in the event of his death. (He's concerned he might die soon.) It's just a matter of a will and establishing an online stock account, really. But I can see how that might be intimidating to someone so young and inexperienced. I agreed to do it, and then he offered to list me as one of the three executors on the account. I agreed. Then he asked about acquiring a pistol. He's working with Salem on turning the old Walker Safehouse into a boobytrap, trying to make it look like it's populated with garou and a few talens and fetishes, drawing the Spirals' forces in. (That's going to be one expensive bomb.) I pointed him towards Slug, who's mentioned having firearms at his disposal, and gave him instructions on how to find him. Rhys is concerned that he might get trapped in the building when/if the Spirals come. He probably wants a short-barreled, pump-action shotgun, not a pistol. (Although a pistol backup wouldn't hurt and is easier to tote about.) I'll mention that to Slug.
Mon, Jun 30--Screwed up
I went home, sent out some e-mails, texts, and calls to other mages I know to see if any of them have any thoughts or information as to what is going on. (Wording these messages so that they're innocuous in the event of electronic interception is always "fun.") Afterwards I sat on the downstairs futon, and just stared at the wall for a bit. When I blinked next--or at least when I thought I'd next blinked--nearly four and a half hours had gone by. And somehow, someway, I knew that the cabin had 1,622 nails in it. And 574 screws--including appliances. WTF is that all about?
Tues, Jul 1--The importance of KNOWing.
I spent the morning on the futon, eyes closed, meditating on the cabin. The nails and screws from yesterday? Nothing compared to how well I know it now. Even the things behind the walls and under the floor and in the roof. I now know the entire cabin. No, not know. KNOW. Every nook and cranny and places where sunlight has not seen since it was built.
That afternoon and evening I walked through the woods near my house in an outward circular path. And now I also KNOW it. So many things I had not been aware of before. Crap. I just realized I inadvertently walked an outward spiral from my cabin.
I should go to the caern soon so that I can KNOW it. Just mediate there though, Nick. No spiral-walking. Just in case. And the other nodes as well.
I feel disjointed, dizzy, disconnected, just a bit. But I can't put my finger on the how or why of it.
Rhys asked me over to discuss something he didn't want to talk about over text or the phone. My mind rushed through umpteen hundred different scenarios on the drive over. When I arrived, I realized I didn't recall anything--anything--from when I'd left my driveway to when I'd pulled up at Rhys's digs in the city. I have lost time before while driving--who hasn't?--but never for that long a period of time. It's like the thinking I was doing pushed my driving down to a subconscious level and kept it there so as to not interfere with my other thoughts.
The meet-up with Rhys was, surprisingly, one of the things I'd thought about on the way over. It was still a little shocking. He wanted me to put together a financial account for him so that he could invest the money he had from his mother's estate, continue pulling out a small allowance, and set the account up so that three other Walkers would have access to the funds in the event of his death. (He's concerned he might die soon.) It's just a matter of a will and establishing an online stock account, really. But I can see how that might be intimidating to someone so young and inexperienced. I agreed to do it, and then he offered to list me as one of the three executors on the account. I agreed. Then he asked about acquiring a pistol. He's working with Salem on turning the old Walker Safehouse into a boobytrap, trying to make it look like it's populated with garou and a few talens and fetishes, drawing the Spirals' forces in. (That's going to be one expensive bomb.) I pointed him towards Slug, who's mentioned having firearms at his disposal, and gave him instructions on how to find him. Rhys is concerned that he might get trapped in the building when/if the Spirals come. He probably wants a short-barreled, pump-action shotgun, not a pistol. (Although a pistol backup wouldn't hurt and is easier to tote about.) I'll mention that to Slug.
Mon, Jun 30--Screwed up
I went home, sent out some e-mails, texts, and calls to other mages I know to see if any of them have any thoughts or information as to what is going on. (Wording these messages so that they're innocuous in the event of electronic interception is always "fun.") Afterwards I sat on the downstairs futon, and just stared at the wall for a bit. When I blinked next--or at least when I thought I'd next blinked--nearly four and a half hours had gone by. And somehow, someway, I knew that the cabin had 1,622 nails in it. And 574 screws--including appliances. WTF is that all about?
Tues, Jul 1--The importance of KNOWing.
I spent the morning on the futon, eyes closed, meditating on the cabin. The nails and screws from yesterday? Nothing compared to how well I know it now. Even the things behind the walls and under the floor and in the roof. I now know the entire cabin. No, not know. KNOW. Every nook and cranny and places where sunlight has not seen since it was built.
That afternoon and evening I walked through the woods near my house in an outward circular path. And now I also KNOW it. So many things I had not been aware of before. Crap. I just realized I inadvertently walked an outward spiral from my cabin.
I should go to the caern soon so that I can KNOW it. Just mediate there though, Nick. No spiral-walking. Just in case. And the other nodes as well.
I feel disjointed, dizzy, disconnected, just a bit. But I can't put my finger on the how or why of it.
