HIGHER SELF

I’m back among the sunny living. The happy go lucky. The optimistic, shiny, bright and wide-eyed. The rock kicking has concluded. The heaviness of all that full moon in Scorpio, eclipse, retrograde shit has cleared and a new feeling has rolled in like a pink and violet, THC-laced-fog, making me feel sleepy, giddy and ready for whatever comes next.

I’ve been thinking about my higher self - not actually getting high because that seems to disconnect me from her, but the one who’s like the avatar or future me. The me I see when I consider myself in my imagination. The elevated and enlightened version that I aspire to be. She floats in during meditations and beams down upon me all sultry and angelic. She is an all knowing guide, a beacon of light and truth. Funny thing… she is always in the same outfit.

I didn’t consciously decide this outfit. She walked into my mind’s eye wearing it. Her hair is black and cut at the chin. She wears a white leather mini skirt. Tight. And a white leather bra …