Curious Connections
November 25, 2003

I'm just testing the waters. So often I come here, not sure if I'm gonna find anything. I had an interesting day. I felt sucky in the morning, unbearably so. I've not felt anxiety and depression like that in ages. When I came home and talked with Julia, who had the day off for doctor appointments, I was surprised to learn she'd had the same emotional experience in the morning. A bad call from the nurse of her mother. Her mom's getting worse. Wants Julia to 'come home' and fix it all. But Julia, torn with guilt and indecision, can't 'fix it all'.

All the guilt comes piling around us whenever we feel vulnerable. Anyway, it was a bad morning. I was rotting away, feeling ready to sleep. At 2pm, I laid my head down on the sewing machine. I haven't felt this exhausted since learning how to energize myself. No, I was certain I wasn't getting astrally drained, it was something else: depression!

Okay, so I analysed my thoughts. Clearly, the wheel of my 'xeper' (willed conscious evolution) was trying to go backwards, like car wheels when they're stuck in snow. I asked myself, ''What can I do to change this horrid strand of thoughts which are causing me to feel so dreadful?''

I thought, "Surely the magical metaphysical underground can be influenced by this. Maybe I can even influence Julia, who also gets into that 'woe is me, life is hard' frame of mind too often for her own good." See, I had STILL been sulking over that 'no darkies allowed' website. How DARE he assume I'm evil???

Enough of that crap. And crap it is! Meanwhile, just the act of asking myself ''What can I do to change this horrid strand of thoughts?'' lifted my mood. By three o'clock, I was feeling my usual cheerful fairly energized self.

After I told this to Julia, she revealed she'd had a change of mood at the same time I did. She decided to go out for a walk to the post office to get the mail. With her action, she broke her bad mood. This was at 2:30pm, the same time my bad mood broke. She and I, we are empathically connected. Who started it, did my declaration of 'what can I do to change my thoughts' influence her to go out and get the mail, or did we think of these mood improving things simultaneously? I don't know. One thing is clear, we are empathically connected, at the very least.

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