A surprise visit with Cam at what used to be her old house, now her daughter’s. The Record Room gone, but I accepted it immediately, though it is gone forever and shall never be again – like everything else.
It was a sacred, grey space. The dusky light giving all of it a fuzzy, dim, old television look. A very quite place with no music, no television, nothing but a big grey Pitbull named Frederick, and a tan and white cow-patched 6 month old Pitbull puppy named Rosie, who was barely keeping herself restrained from puppy-mania. Anyway, it was extremely simple, highly effective therapy. We shot the shit in a – how strange it was… 4 hours. She didn’t want anything but to talk. We talked and we talked.
***Put in the shroom book:
Solve for x.
Make a circle of beauty and light and invoke protections. Safe places. Bless the house.
We’re connected to the same consciousness.
It’s a strange time for me.
I’ll be back when I’m back. You know how I am. I’ll just suddenly appear, and you’ll be angry – when you’re the one who summoned me here.