DOGS [RUNNING LIKE THE FLAMES THAT LEAP FORTH FROM A SACRED FIRE OF ANTIQUITY AND PERHAPS AUTUMNAL HINTS ARE SNEAKING IN, OR (A GREAT EVENT OF PROVIDENCE SHALL ARRIVE, AND MAYBE I’LL BLOSSOM INTO A LIVING ORACLE)]

The temperature went down to 20 over the night, possibly below, and the winds blew, which all made for a beautiful idea, scene. See, the summer has been nowhere a sense, overwrought by heat and humidity and no rain to clear the air or moisten the earth. But now, perhaps autumnal hints are sneaking in. One never knows. I made my way out to the one lane highway, and then the street that dead ends at a forest. We walked though labyrinthine pathways and there was nobody there save for one guy and his dog finishing up a walk. The trees hovered overhead, their branches quiet and lazy. Above, - through there, peaked the sun, and it was getting warmer by then by a few degrees. We didn’t see coyote, frog, snake, or other. Even the wildflowers have wilted. It’s just the basics now- the trees, the trees, the trees. Out in the open we follow the arching circle half way that leads us to the sandpit. 

We pause, wait, and listen. There is nothing, but the silence rings beautifully. I feel one day 
some great even of Providence might happen, though I don’t know what it shall be. Maybe it has to do with a poem or photograph. Possibly it will be a meeting with some marvelous soul, - an ascended Master, an angelic being, - a lost relative, - a truly great artist, - or something else, - the vision of a guardian spirit, - the gift of divination. Maybe I will blossom into an oracle. I look down from the sky, down from where I had put my sight, - and across in all directions slowly. Is there another world? Right here? Who knows? I look at the dogs and motion in a happy and playful way that they might want to go, to run, to be stretch, to really let loose and exercise the legs, muscles, the brain. I motion and they run like beautiful hell. They run, against logic, somehow like a fire of antiquity that still burns, like a bird bringing a message from an astral existence across planes. They run like something or someone in a dazzling defiant and wonderfully dynamic vision-dream…………………………….

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