Welcome back to another exciting journey into the great beyond! No, not death or even outer space but rather the future! Last time was… bloody hell, a long while ago. Anyway, we used scrying and got a message about working together and some nonsense. Was real heartwarming and such, I’m sure.
Moving on to this week I’ve got something real special for you. It’s either gonna be the most amazing bloody thing ever or absolutely dreadful, hard to say just yet.
I’ll be using a form of divination known as “automatic writing” which is a sort of meditation where you clear your mind, put your pen to the paper, and just let the almighty cosmos take control and write through you.
Believe this is sometimes used by muggle spirit-mediums to channel the voice of ghosts. Usually they’ll be in some super spooky haunted house or something and ask a ghost a question, then whatever they write’s supposed to be the ghost’s reply. In this case I’ll be doing pretty much the same thing except instead of asking ghosts, I’ll be asking the infinite void of the universe instead.
Right, so since we’ve only got a couple weeks before break we’ll focus on getting some insight on that brief window in time before our train ride home but how do we actually do this? First thing we’ll do is get real real comfortable. This is a type of pseudo-meditation so comfort is key. I’m sitting in a big fluffy beanbag chair in a certain secret room of the castle and right next to a warm and toasty fire. Save the occasional crackle from the fireplace, the room is dead quiet and it’s just the perfect temperature in here. Might actually fall asleep if I’m not careful.
I have everything in front of me and ready to go. My big notebook, my pens, water, everything so here we go. I sit up straight and take several long and deep breaths. With every outbreath I’m more and more relaxed and at peace and my surroundings slowly fade away and my eyes close. My pen is pressed against the page but I know in my heart I’m not quite ready to start writing. More deep breaths. Heavy breaths. Calming breaths.
And yet more breathing until… I have it! My hand begins to move yet my eyes remain closed. Some deep dark recess of my brain understands what’s being written but I’m no longer in control.
My consciousness fades in and out and sometimes I’m more aware of what I’m writing, other times it’s like someone else has control of my hand entirely. It’s a bizarre and surreal feeling and I can’t say I really care much for it, honestly. Once I’ve reached the bottom of the page my hand stops and my eyes open. What do I see!?
Bloody hell, I see something my editor would literally murder me for if I submitted as is. There’s lines running off the page, there’s sentences on top of sentences, there’s a mass of something I’m not even sure was ever words. I’ll try my best to parse out the good bits here in a way that’s at least legible but doubt it’ll be understandable in the slightest.
“How do I equate?
It’s just a fast.
Coming to understanding
but like you do. If you can get in for.
perhaps he no I’m not. I don’t want to fumble gnarly with this
Channel it! Do you ever feel like you have too many flavours?
the gadbexs (?) spawned free. forever falling
a little bit up
wake up you’re dead”
So now’s the part where we’re supposed to interpret that mess in some way or other, bloody hell. I reckon we should start from the top and work our way down, then.
First off I don’t bloody know how you equate, maths has never been my thing.
A fast? Like spiritual fasting or fast as in zoom zoom speedy or something?
Then coming to an understanding about what? Guess about maths? That bit underneath seems absolute rubbish but maybe the whole thing’s rubbish.
The next part’s a few sentences overlapping one another. Remember something about a “he” as I was writing but dunno what it actually says. More rubbish, seems like.
“Channel it” is what I’ve been trying to do but now that you mention it sometimes I do feel like I have too many flavours… whatever that’s supposed to mean.
Dunno what in Merlin’s wiry nose-hairs a “gadbex” is but can’t really read my own handwriting here. Might be galbex or galyex? Something “hex” maybe? My handwriting’s bad enough when my eyes are open, bloody hell. But the “forever falling” is starting to make some sense
In fact these last two lines are about the only parts I can sort of work with. Something about “forever falling” then “a little bit up” then “wake up, you’re dead” sounds a bit chilling, really.
Ok ok, so let’s put this mess together… somehow.
Well we’re warned of something, or someone, falling, which has come up a few times in recent history. Don’t much care for the “wake up, you’re dead” bit but could just be a warning to be careful and alert and all that. Could be figurative too since, after all, the higher we are the further we fall and all that. Maybe the fast is referring to some self-sacrifice? Maybe we have to channel our strengths to get through it? Then again, “too many flavours” may mean we’ve got too many options. Could be we’re facing some sort of choice paralysis and cutting out, or sacrificing, some of those options can help us see clearly and stop us from falling to our doom?
Well there you have it I guess.
I wouldn’t call this a completely unmitigated disaster but it’s pretty bloody close. I promise next time I’ll have a nice straightforward reading for you lot.
That’s all for this time, dear reader. Au revoir!!
-Riven Redwhisper
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