Journal: I smell Dead People

Moon waning gibbous 15.5 days, Aries – Fire. Time 18:53, planet hours: Moon.

I wish I was kidding. In the past it never made sense to me. I could smell distinct odors that should not be present. I never understood how it was possible. I could be riding down a mountain on my road bike and smell a particular aftershave. Once, I stopped the bike and stood on the side of the road looking for someone hiding in the bushes. Now it seems they are occurring more frequently and even while I am in my room with the doors and windows closed (heavily sweet cinnamon buns, heavy floral perfume). It is called Clairolfaction or Clairalience – the gift of psychic smelling, so I am told.

I haven’t really accepted my recent revelation of my dormant empathic abilities. I don’t think acceptance is the best way to describe my feelings, I’m just waiting to see what happens next. Waiting to be shown something new. I have never been able to relinquish control on this level in the past, every cycle brings a new perspective. I thought I had cast myself adrift only to find another anchor to cut loose. So now it seems I have help. I just need to pay more attention to my thoughts when the odors occur, so I am better able to understand the message being ‘scent’.

Of late, I feel as if I am in an alien environment. I am no longer bothered by the changes that have annoyed me in the past. It is as if everything is in its proper place, moving at its proper pace. Abraham was right, when in the right state of mind everything will begin to flow to you. And, everyday brings something new.

I have to admit I still wonder how far along this conscious evolutionary journey I would be if I wasn’t so dim-witted. Much gratitude to those unseen allies.

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