Palyne

This is just a chatty post to catch up a bit on recent life.

It’s going fairly well here in nowhere Oklahoma. It’s spring, which aside from Autumn is the most glorious time of the year. It ranges from super-blue sky with super-green everything and flowering trees, to awesome thunderstorms and pouring rain.

In the spring here, everything grows. This includes the 1,029,392,877 little tree seeds that have distributed themselves all over the landscape from every tree in the neighborhood. I’m the Maple Killer: I ripped out dozens of maple tree starts from a small mulched area the other night. This is definitely Ozark territory here in the NE corner, not the plains. Oh, and that’s not counting every weed that ever considered taking up residence in my landscape, especially my lawn. By the time I got my mower started, my lawn — along with much of the city — was a good 12-20″ long in places. I say ‘in places’ because I don’t actually have a lawn. I have some very interesting weeds which, when mowed, and slightly at a distance, give the illusion of a lawn. I’m not complaining. It’s green, it grows, I mow it, what’s not to love?

I managed to get all my official garden beds planted, no thanks to killing my own seedlings (never mind how, it’s just too stupid). In the beds, which are 24-32″ high (it’s a ’standing’ cinderblock garden, see some old pics here), I’ve got something like:

half a dozen red bell pepper
half a dozen orange bell pepper
nine green bell pepper (most of which I wait till red to pick)
nine jalapeno pepper
a couple italian peppers (sort of a cross between a bell and an anaheim)
eight cayenne peppers
(did you notice… I like peppers? I’d have more but the local selection of seedlings was pathetic.)
eight roma tomatoes
one cherry tomato
one oregano
two basil (standard)
half a dozen daikon radish (all that sprouted, from old seed)
around 10 shallot sets
around 60 garlic sets
around 200 yellow, white and red onion sets
about 25 each of normal, japanese long white, and red, scallions
and that’s about all there is room for in the beds.

I plant close, ’sort of’ in a square-foot-gardening style, but not THAT close… about 1.5-2′ between peppers and small/determinate tomatoes.

I didn’t plant anything on the arch trellising this season, because I still need to tear out the odd square little beds that DP (as my lowcarb girlfriends call him, my Ex) created, and use their cinderblocks to make permanent beds between the arches. That is down the road some… there is only so much time in life, and let me tell you, it does not take much hauling of 30# cinderblocks before your hands and fingers hurt and you’re weary, and this is probably even for people in good physical shape, which I am definitely not.

I do, however, have the containers left. I had to buy an entire new spate of containers this year, as the recent ice storm that wiped out 70% of the trees in my city (including mine. They are leafing out–their shredded remains–but at some point I’ll have to pay a small fortune to have them cut down and replaced, as they are trashed) also wiped out my containers, which had actually survived five years of winter outside without even a crack until then, but they literally shattered and cracked and broke all over with that freeze. These are big, 16-40 gallon (varies) size “tub” like containers you can get at dollar stores and walmart.

The rain and wind have delayed delivery, but hopefully Thursday I will get the “soilless premium potting mix” from the local soil company (they sell mulch, rock, you name it), a dump truck with a scoop is going to drop it in my driveway, then guess who gets to shovel it all into containers and wheelbarrow them around the property. I will be in slightly better shape when this is all over, that’s for sure.

Last week, a friend online sent me some clothes and shoes in my size and some quality cat food. Free stuff! Awesome. My boyfriend sent me a movie (”Kama Sutra” – do you think he’s trying to tell me something…?). A coworker sent me an exercise video and two cookbooks. My dad gave me a whole bunch of DVDs, me and Ry will be watching “The Golden Compass” tonight. And yesterday I got a $100 gift card from my boss. So it’s been a good time for the influence of others the last week or so, for sure.

Thanks to the gift card yesterday, I was able to go to a local nursery and buy about four dozen seedlings for all the containers (from the big tubs to lots of hanging flower pots). A dozen are flowers; a dozen are herbs; a couple dozen are some more veggies. Anaheim chili pepper, mole chili pepper, hungarian wax (hot banana) pepper, couple more italian peppers, a golden tomato, cherry tomato, some more roma tomato, some more cayenne pepper. (Fresh cayenne are my fave peppers, although there are several in that class that are nearly indistinguishable from one another and they’re all good.) This Friday (payday) I hope to buy whatever the last things needed for this year’s garden: maybe more containers (not sure), and a bunch of hose and a good punch, a manifold and timer for the backyard, and a couple more fancy-spray nozzles for the garden hoses. From that point on, all I need is a couple scoops (dump truck full) of new cedar mulch and a LOT of incredibly hard work, and by the time Fall arrives, when it’s time to tear stuff out and clean up for the winter, I’ll finally be done with the stuff I should have had done by the arrival of spring, heh!

Ry had her sixth grade chorus concert last night, so we piled into the city’s big-brag fully-restored landmark Coleman Theatre for it. She’s so adorable it just melts my heart.

Meanwhile, my friend X is having a rather severe problem in her house. Her husband and both her children — now 10 and 11 — are quite psychic in the ‘medium’ sort of way, although her husband is a rationalist who works very hard to stay in denial of this. They began with a number of random occurrences and knocking and things like this, human-shaped shadows visible only to the three of them (X’s oblivious), etc. They believed they had some kind of ghost. I told them to talk to Archangel Michael and ask for his assistance in helping someone move on, and they did. Her father died as all this was happening, which probably didn’t help, except that it restored some sense of benevolence to it all.

Not long later, this amped up into Amityville territory. First stuff started moving. I’ve had this effect myself during my bewilderness era and I know how crazy-making it can be. A dresser fell on her daughter (a bird-boned sort) several times. (And no, this is NOT like child abuse projected or anything like that. Stuff started falling and flying all over the place regularly, all four of them reported it to me separately at times.) The knocking increased. The out-of-corner-of-eye visuals increased. Writing started appearing on the mirrors. The TV remote control constantly vanished and would appear on the ceiling fan in the kids’ room, which nobody there can reach without a ladder. They could all be sitting in the living room, all is well, the cat walks out of the room, and runs back in 10 seconds later–covered in mayonnaise or something and very unhappy about it.

One time her husband got so pissed about the remote control he duct taped it and CHAINED IT so it couldn’t go anywhere. The cat got coated with something again, his bottle of scotch vanished and appeared stuck in the dirt upside down and open in the backyard after having been poured everywhere, and after searching, they’d just given up looking for the vanished remote when they found it — in the butter container in the door of the fridge. The little girl would sometimes wake up with her long hair wound up and ‘hooked’ on this tiny hook in the wall above her bed.

They kept taking the kids to sleep with them because they were all worried, but even when they do, the apparitions and stuff continue off and on, and her husband is often woken up by someone poking him HARD — physically — on the shoulder, even though he makes sure and nobody is touching him that he can SEE, yet it’s 100% physical and once he felt a whole hand slide down his arm. (Grossed him out.)

They called the Oklahoma branch of some kind of ghost like society that has a TV show. Useless. These people had a huge stack of paperwork that took X a really long time to fill out. They show up, they set up a camera for ONE HOUR, and they leave–just leaving all the paperwork they worked so hard to prepare. X asked if there was someone they knew who could clear houses of this kind of thing and they only said, not in this region. And this was all just really annoying, frustrating, aside from the occasional things that seemed like a potential threat to the kids, until recently when

The little girl can see and hear a spirit there. She says it says that her name is Sabrina and she died in a fire. She heard another who said her name was Debra, and she was several generations ahead of Sabrina. After the prayers with Michael, Debra went away. Meanwhile, they’ve now progressed to some impressive EVP (electronic voice phenomenon). Sometimes on the telephone, AFTER someone hangs up, there is a voice. Allegedly there is a spirit named Tim, an angry man who says he set the fire that killed Sabrina. Debra says that she is trying to help Sabrina ‘go to the light’ but Tim doesn’t want to let her go. Sometimes Sabrina quits talking and when asked why says that “he will hurt her” and then there’s sounds like a hard slap and her crying out. Meanwhile, they were all trying to keep this quiet — except for hoping the ghost hunter people might have some clue — because they don’t want anybody to think they are crazy, obviously, and if you tell someone that a small dresser threw itself on your kid, they’re probably going to think it’s child abuse and that’d be a total nightmare. So they’ve been suffering in silence about all this for awhile.

Recently, they got some third party verification. The little girl had been on the telephone with a little girl who lives near me. When her little girl hung up, a voice came on the line, and the other little girl stayed on as a result. She gave the phone to her mother, who actually heard it. It was ‘Tim’ and he was foully cursing and threatening and saying, I can’t recall, but something like they couldn’t take Sabrina I think. X felt tremendously validated that someone outside their family had finally experienced this stuff.

She tells me because I’ve had poltergeist phenomenon and I believe her–and the most unbelievable parts, for anybody who’s had it, are the most believable because that’s really how it works–like you don’t usually see stuff floating through the air from point A to point C, it’s just that something is at point A and a micro-instant later it’s at point C, for example. (Moved through time, not space.)

Recently, her little girl was sleeping in the living room while she watched TV real late one night, not more than 10 feet from her, and in the space of an hour, when she woke up, part of one eyebrow had been shaved, her upper lip hurt, and she had tiny razor marks around her legs. Not cuts, but scrapes. Now, this seems as impossible as every other poltergeist thing seems: X was RIGHT THERE, though not looking, and her daughter was wearing clothes!–and this happened “under” them–and we suspect the sudden pain was what woke her up. She called out to her mom who said what is it baby? and looked back at her and instantly noticed a whole big rectangle missing from one of her eyebrows. This event scared the hell out of X, who sought out every razor and bundled them up and hid them in a closet somewhere, and made her husband SO pissed that he stomped around the house cursing at Tim and telling him he was a balless coward for picking on little girls and why didn’t he pick on HIM instead. He’s been trying to harrass Tim into spending his energy on him rather than the kid.

Now, poltergeist activity is nearly always associated with children, and both of hers are near 11, which is about the age it usually kicks in. The family watches all kinds of spirit-related crap on TV, like Buffy and Angel and so on. I assumed, initially, that this was just PK activity, and that the slightly younger brother, despite that both the children are very healthy and happy, that this might be some subconscious PK acted out toward his sister. But I don’t think so anymore. The whole repetition of the spirit-stuff, along with the writing, voices, and the poor damn cat LOL, the endless issue with small items especially remote controls, is a little too constant.

I told her, you “pay” attention. Every bit of attention you guys give this is just feeding it energy, period. QUIT! Ignore it. Marginalize it. Don’t give it any free energy. But of course over time, more and more, they could not ignore it, even though she says they tried that for awhile, along with prayer and so on. At this point they’re willing to save money (they’re pretty poor) for an exorcist if they only knew where to find one and it’d have to be someone that works on ‘houses’. She tells me there is so much stuff so constantly that I wouldn’t even believe her if she bothered trying to recount it all. I probably would, but I know what she means.

I was so irked about the razor incident that I seriously considered stomping over to her house and seeing if I could call Michael and the spirit and do something about it all myself. But at this point, I’ve been out of mental work so long except spottily, I can hardly pay attention through a brief chakra meditation, never mind something that major, with an energy so turbulent. In other words, I don’t think I’m qualified, and I think as a result it might be dangerous. I’m ticked though. I want to be qualified to deal with that. It is inappropriate. I feel the need to “facilitate the adjustment” of the situation. I always said I knew the first time I saw the Thoth tarot deck that “Adjustment” was my card, and funny enough things often feel like that to me, like I simply feel some inner need to bring things into balance via adjustment. I know all the cosmic wiccans are the Empress and High Priestess and stuff like that, so Adjustment seemed a little disappointing and unglam by comparison, but it was a gut-knowing, what can you do, I didn’t consciously choose.

(It just occurs to me that maybe the tarot is a map of humanity the way The Four or the Tree of Life is, and so maybe every person has one card that basically they fall most into the pattern of. Hmmmn.)

I recently seriously acid-burned my fingers by spending like 7 hours cutting peppers and garlic. They hurt so bad I thought they would split open or something. I was talking to Nero (a guide) about it, and he made it go away totally, the pain, for about ten minutes. I shifted my attention and it came back. I was pretty damn impressed that he could do that though. Or maybe I did it but either way it was impressive. (By the next morning they were ok.)

It’s raining, supposed to thunderstorm today. The back seat of my car is stuffed with four small flats of seedlings. The thunder is rolling and I think I’ll do something constructive here. That about sums up my recent life. Mostly I’ve been doing archmeds — or trying, denial puts me to sleep often lately! — and gardening and spending time with the kid. Viewing… barely… still working on getting ‘regular’ time for that. Around “having a life” that’s kind of hard. It’s a matter of priorities, and viewing is so important to me, and yet… so are other things. Ah, the dichotomy…

PJ

Archived from the former firedocs blog. 07 December 2005

I was reading in my dream. It was a thin column of fully justified (straight on each side) text. It was a newspaper presentation. I was in the midst of reading the column which was about the fairly recent event of a young college man who, for reasons unknown, attempted to blow himself up in a stadium with 80,000 people at a sports event, but instead blew himself up outside it. [Note: I've seen a couple references to this online, but don't read newspapers.] As I was reading along, suddenly a yellow highlighter came in and highlighted the text I was reading, emphasizing the last part of a sentence. The article continued, with more text below, but the instant I finished reading the highlighted text, “my body woke me up” with that specific highlighted sentence in my head as a concept and in my memory as a visual.

The text looked like this:

…and something here and something here and something here and something here and the bomb exploded, having been triggered by the wireless detonator. And something here and something here and something here and something here and something here and…

So my body wass instantly awake and alert, aware of what I read, and my conscious mind says (4:47am for godssakes!), “So?!”

Who cares? What does it matter? He blew himself up, we know. And then it occurs to me: the wireless detonator.

It might have been him but my sense suddenly was: someone else triggered it. Not him. Someone else had a detonator, he was not working alone, and they were relatively near him.

The story (now that confusion has at least in part subsided) goes that the college kid did it for reasons unknown. (See map, thanks zombie) . Three blocks away is a mosque which is linked to a student association of Islam; the kid had various islamic materials and bombmaking materials in his own part of the room, but that is considered an incredible, unrelated coincidence (to the fact that islamic persons are infamous for blowing themselves up and trying to take others with them). A couple of kids said they had seen him go to the mosque (a few blocks away) but as the officials of the mosque, after the event, said “Neverseenhimbeforeinourlives” or something like that, police say they aren’t sure.

OK, so a few blocks away from his apartment is the mosque and then farther away is the sports arena. He tried to get in, but wouldn’t let his backpack be searched, and so he went around to the opposite side of the arena and tried to get in that doorway instead (gate 6). Again they insisted on searching his backpack, he refused and left. Arena security reported that a man refusing to be searched was seen sprinting away from gate 6 with a backpack, and KABOOM! a minute later he blows up.

His understandably upset family suggests that he was simply temporarily despondent and committed suicide. Riiiiiight. I know every time I feel temporarily despondent, I begin building shrapnel bombs to put in a backpack and take into sports arenas filled with tens of thousands of people, don’t you?

It is possible that he set off the bomb intentionally or unintentionally. It is also possible that someone else participated in the construction and had their own detonator, just in case he got cold feet or something, or worse, seemed about to get caught.

I was not thinking about this subject yesterday or when I went to bed last night. It is out of the blue, although I did read about it a few days ago. Yet another in my current series of ‘terrorism related dreams’, in my opinion. I’m thinking I would have better sleeping habits if these could wake me up at say, 7am, instead of 4-something…

Archived from the former firedocs blog. 01 December 2005

I don’t just dream in color, I dream in multimedia.

A map of the USA was shown me. Starting at NW, a light swooshing-shape began to travel downward, and curved around the bottom, across the lower continent, and up the right side to the NE. My sense was that this was something natural. Weather, magnetics, I’m not sure, but something native to the planet.

Then it was shown me again, and starting at the NW around WA, a dark-shaded area suddenly showed up as the pattern reached a certain place, and at the same time, a bell went *ding!* I recognized this as the site of a terrorist attack which had previously happened (in the dream’s-world). The swooshing motion-shape continued on its path, and when it reached the area of N CA or so, another *ding!* occurred and a big shaded area appeared; it was very large, these shaded areas, they were “the overall areas affected,” not just the place something happened.

The pattern continued from there and down by mid-Southern CA another *ding!* and a really big shaded area popped in and it spread a bit above and below and to the sides (suggesting that although it happened in one place, it had a big effect on a wide region around). The natural pattern turned and flowed along the bottom area of the continent, with another *ding!* sound and a big shaded area filled much of Texas and spread out on each side. Again, I understood that there was only one small focus area but I was being shown what amount to the “primary social and economic impact areas” in this map-shading example. The pattern continued and near the bottom right, not sure precisely where, another *ding!* and another shaded area popped up.

At this point there was a thick, nearly solid (irregularly shaped/wavy) shading from NW Canadian border all the way ’swooping down and around’ to just above the top of FL or so. The ‘natural’ pattern continued up the right but there were no more of the dings or shading, and the pattern finished its route up to the NE Canadian border without event and stopped.

I realized that I was watching a Flash web presentation and that what was being shown me was that there was a sort of pattern in where the major terrorist events had happened–and, in where they would happen, as well, which was seen by ‘what was left’ of the pattern it was following.

I had this huge emotional response, a sort of horrified joy that someone had “figured out the pattern” of the attacks, and then a sort of horrified dread, realizing that there were more attacks to come which would affect the East coast. In the dream there was a sense that despite all that had already happened, I realized I had been living in the denial-hope that maybe there would be no more. This made me realize there would be more such events, and I had horror and grieving and fear and anger and astonishment all at the same time.

The emotion of the dream was incredibly powerful. In the dream I started yelling for Lu to come quickly and to see what I’d found, and I was so upset I half woke myself up, and then noise from outside brought me fully awake.

When I woke up for real I was still sort of upset about it. I didn’t know if this was showing me the future, or if I am just neurotic and somewhere in the back of my mind I’d been thinking about it.

Update: The next day (12/1) I dreamed of the same subject. The details seemed important when I awoke–but I forgot them too quickly to get them written down. One thing I remember from the dream though, was about me, not the data; I remembered having dreamed of the subject the day before, and I wondered why I was suddenly dreaming about this subject. And a voice told me that although I was not in the direct path of these events, still I perceived them as a direct threat to me and my reality, and so I was picking up psychic information about them as a sort of survival-skill overlap so to speak.

the pattern does not seem all that logical though to be honest. I mean it doesn’t seem unusual of course — WA, N CA, S CA, TX, the SE, and more are actually high density and high economic areas and likely to be targets. But I would expect, intellectually, events to occur up in the North near the Great Lakes areas, and oddly enough the north and midwest weren’t shown as taking a hit at least in the dream. So I don’t consider the dream likely to be precognitive. Might be just the ’sitting in on’ an aspect living in a situation the back of my mind must be chewing on as a side-effect of my political blogging or something.

Archived from the former firedocs blog. 28 August 2005

Everything you see is faking you out. But what you don’t see is faking you out even more.

I was inattentive just now. I was reading through PhP code, attempting to figure out how I could clone and hack a cool blog plugin someone else made, to make another thing out of it. In the back of my brain while I wasn’t paying much attention, I was thinking of an Aikido master I once met, who in an introduction of his art to our Judo class, showed us how our ability to lift him ranged from physically impossible (the man was unmoveable stone) to easy (he was a little guy and light as a feather). This was running vaguely through my brain sponsored by a Swann quote (mentioning “Ahkido” as I think he wrote it) that had just flashed by earlier on the blog. The man had said if we were interested we might consider pursuing Aikido at some point. I never did learn much about that except one could ‘imagine’ themselves as lighter or heavier.

So as I was reading through code I was half-daydreaming, and then all the sudden I wasn’t daydreaming any more; it wasn’t “mine”. It was more like a real dream except rather first-person. I was sitting on the ground, on a sort of mat which had sticks on each side, like in 3rd world countries or the old days, people might be carried on. Two young men were on each side of me, with others looking on, and I showed them this ‘trick’ of changing ‘how heavy I was’ to them picking up the thing I sat upon. I would have them go away for a few minutes between each attempt. Someone asked me, “Can you put it into simple words, to explain what you are doing with your mind? How do you change your body?”

And the me-in-the-daydream-that-I-was-not-running (go figure. Who was running it?!) was thinking to myself, “That is the wrong assumption. I did not really change my body. I changed their experience of my body. But how do I explain that?” And finally I settled on something, and heard myself saying (to translate),

We think of ‘things’ in our world. We think of objects, which have… properties. The floor is flat and solid; the body is heavy and weighs a certain number of pounds. We think of this as if they are all “things,” standing alone without regard to all the other things in our reality. We think of their attributes as indisputable.

Yet the dynamics of how reality works are about relationships, not about things. It is not so important what I weigh. What changed was not the weight of my body, but my body’s relationship to the ground, and to you, and to your attempt to lift me. All three of those relationships are involved in the process of your lifting me.

Just as that ended, my mind kicked in and realized all this had taken place like “someone else’s life that I was sitting in on.” I thought to myself, “What a wonderful insight!”

After this morning’s meditations I was hoping that I might be more open to perceptions such as psi throughout my day. I suspect I was consciously thinking of precog for the most part. I wonder if “sudden insights” qualify.

OK I know I was going to bed, but I was quick reviewing my RSS and caught a post I’d missed on Mark’s cool Mindblogging. It reminded me of a short little experience I oughtta mention somewhere.

It was Spring of the year 2000 and I moved to NE OK, flat edge of the Ozarks, to live near my dad and grandmother. I was still moving in — delivered but not unpacked. Ry was with her grandma, my dad was outside somewhere doing yard work and I’d spent the morning putting dishes away out of boxes, and was worn out.

I went into my bedroom, which had nothing in it but my mattresses, and literally fell face down on top of them to just get a nap. After what seemed an instant I stood up, feeling fine all the sudden. I turned to the window behind me, which had no curtains, and looked out at the backyard. There was no fence to the left of us, and our backyard was open to many other yards and the grass alley between the rows of houses here.

Some man was playing with his dogs in my backyard. That seemed a bit odd, but the dogs were loose so I guess I figured they’d just kind of mosey’d on over from some other yard. He was running and leaping and turning and they were leaping all over, from full grown to puppies, and there was such a sense of joy about it all.

I thought, how interesting that they are all black, like the same kind of dog — he must raise those kinds of dogs.

And then I realized that I couldn’t hear the dogs. I mean they were just feet away from my window, barking and leaping in delight with this guy, but I couldn’t hear anything at all. I thought, now that is so odd!

I looked at the fellow, who was turned away from me, and as if drawn by my attention he turned and looked at me.

I was totally shocked. His face was covered with black dog-fur! Not like a dog head, or well sorta, but his head and features were human, it’s just that his skin was like a dog’s back and maybe his eyes were a bit offbeat.

HE was totally shocked too apparently! It was obvious he couldn’t believe I could SEE him, or maybe he was just amazed to see ME, but in any case, we spent a couple of full seconds just staring at each other open-mouthed in utter astonishment.

Just at that instant, my father started the chainsaw and I was nearly thrown back in my body.

I wondered if I’d dreamed that. It felt much more OBE though. I was so mad that dad had chosen that moment to interrupt one of the coolest experiences!

After that I kinda wondered about what we don’t see, and the stories of people with animal heads and stuff like that.

Once in awhile I have a spontaneous experience where, for anywhere from 2 seconds to 15 minutes, I simply ‘am’ someone else. I’m sure I cannot describe this in a way that could make anybody else understand how utterly real-and-literal this is. The people are just… normal people. I believe they are real people, alive in my world, during my time. Why I tune into them, I don’t know; once in awhile I can track an interest in my life to it but usually it’s pretty spontaneous and inexplicable. This is prone to happen when I’m a bit trancey, or on the edge of sleep (…but awake), yet it’s not a dream. Whether it’s real I cannot prove, but it’s real to me. It’s given me some pretty radical changes in perspective and a lot of food for thought.

If a human body (let alone a human being on some larger or more cosmic measure) is really just energy, then who is to say that identity must be hard-edged? If I ’share energy’ with someone, for example as part of sex, have we just become a part of each other in some fashion? What kind of effects might that sharing have, psychologically and spiritually? Does mere intent to share do it? Am I also just a little bit merged with my closest friends and family? How much of each person’s identity is actually a conglomerate of energies and shared-identities that they aren’t even consciously aware of? If your ex-lover is still ‘a part of you’ on some psychic level, is that still affecting people?

In a shamanic sense, all this stuff is a given, a no-brainer, a ‘yes of course’. But in the psychic worlds, most people have a hard enough time getting around a few basics. They often don’t have a tendency to “follow logic to its natural conclusions” and see what the beliefs they already hold would actually entail.

Do you suppose we are drawn to certain people, at certain times, in the same way we are drawn to crave a food for its vitamins? Because we need to absorb a little of them—-I assume there is some ‘trade’ usually—-for our health, or our balance, or our ability to hold a certain focus?

So when you make a decision in your life… and people come pouring in—old friends, old faves, people you didn’t know well till suddenly, and more—does it reflect that on some level you have ‘called them in’? Or could it be that those you slightly-overlapped with in some small way, even unknowingly, are ’sparked’ by your change, called to attention?