It Was Almost Beautiful.

I Was About To Complete The Transmission. Then I Ordered Fish.

Not long ago, I was in Villa Rullan. When suddenly, Lyra appeared. Our physical connection was immediate. Sensual. Magnetic. We kissed. We held hands. Heat and electricity ran through the pores of our skin. Energy began pulsing. Not just our own energy. But something bigger came through us. And I engaged with it. Full on.

We decided to leave the table. I held her hand. She closed her eyes. I was like the sea. She was like an oyster. There was energy trickling. From my spine. To her palms. Like tides. Landing on the sand. Gently. Streaming. It was quiet. No words. No thought. No eye contact. Just tides. Just magnetism.

Our energy shifted. It took a different shape. And we returned to the table. “What did you guys talk about?”, Remo giggled. “We didn’t really talk. Just… silence.”, replied Lyra.

Our energy was still lingering. Tense. Straight. Beaming. Present. Like an open portal. Connecting us. But then, something happened. I ordered a fish. And when it landed on the table. Everything. Just broke. The transmission. The beam. The stream. The geometry we shared. Demolished. Cracked. The energetic exchange. Broken. Lyra and I. Disfigured. Unglued. Gone. No longer at one. No longer connected. No longer in energetic harmony. Everything we had been building. The beam. The etheric channel. Crumbled. The geometry. Collapsed. The fish intercepted. There was a fish interference. There was inter-fishing (please click).

Immediately, Callen asked Lyra, “Te puedo dar un masaje? (can i give you a massage?)”. I felt an intrusion. Cut. Pushed. Removed. But it wasn’t him. He didn’t know. It was me. My choice. It was the fish. Performing its’ architectural consequence. Upon our geometry. Our energy field. The ripple. The reverberation. The follow-up. I felt sad. Upset. Like I had broken something sacred. Rare. Unique. I left Villa Rullan. There was no point in being there any longer. The fish had done its work. Everything dissolved. Now I know. Hunger doesn’t always mean eat. Sometimes it means, handle the etheric charge consciously.

Let it sizzle.
Let it strike.
Let it unlock the gate.