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I had asked for “an intervention.”

You know, like praying.

Yet on the day of the accident, I felt extreme anxiety.

Smoke from fires in nearby regions was hazing the local atmosphere thick down to the ground, making it hard to breathe, think, or see clearly.

My parents had just bought me an airplane ticket to visit them and I was worried about the timing of leaving my family.

When we had lived on the mountain, isolation made fears like the potential of fire suddenly spreading a grim and desperate reality.

I was wrestling with the odds and felt picked upon by the smoke energy’s chaotic influences.

It felt like forces that were once trapped in time’s matrix had been suddenly released by the fire’s combustion of matter.

I could feel the energies running rampant, like some great beast swirling, greedy and hungry to influence and devour everything.

I had to leave the house to escape the psychic bombardment grappling at my psychology.

And thus, I inadvertently found where the energy was free-flowing, thinking that by going straight to my physical therapy appointment, I would be securing a “free pass” by clear intentioning.

But the beast caught me at a stoplight, where I was forced to stay still while the opposite flow of traffic began resuming.

At least I saw the car coming from behind about to hit me – and could jam on the brakes so that the impact would not hurt anyone in front of me.

But this camel got suddenly “pushed through the eye of a needle.”

Yeah, that’s me.

I always try to be an “acception to the rule.”

Now, I am back in the realm of the “In-Betweens.”

I have to laugh because revisiting here is becoming another thematic.

Maybe I should just stay here.

Stop struggling and aspiring.

The scenery is lovely and the people seem to be genuinely caring and receptive to my being friendly.

Meanwhile, I am gathering resources to rebuild my ship’s integrity.

But my body’s strength got left back there on the street’s pavement.

Maybe if I keep driving over the spot, my scattered pieces will return to me.

I can’t go backwards in time, and I can’t make any external commitments while I’m healing.

And I do not know what the future holds for me.

What Phoenix Fire of rejuvenation can redeem?

I am working on generating magnetism.