I‘ve been stalked by a sensation and image of Loulou, scrambled up in whistles blowing, each one commanding me in a different direction. The annoyance of conflicting orders robs me of my Aladdin ( magic moments),
AS I CLEAR OUT THE FEAR OF NEW FEELINGS . I feel like time is belted with interior stop lights, instructions, and preparation for a new passage to go through. What happens is subtle, but when so much time is placed in introspection, life looses it’s Aladdin. It is time to polish my gold lamp and follow an unknown light. Do you know what I mean?