Girls, hmm
To me a girl was- damn the only reason I was born. Well the first of the physical ones. gathering eggs water, gathering wood and shit. I knew I could Astrally Project, but didn't really have it down to an Art form, then. So. I'd focus on some sweety at school at bedtime and come up with some passionate ZORRO stuff to script in my dreams and then dream IT. IT still works, hmm. Mostly I do have to gaze into the bastards shit, and IT'S always the fucking same. Count the money, pay the hunnies and basic corruption through world domination. Blah, but IT'S most imminent and necessary.
But the hunnies, shit, IF she had dimples, Hi, how you doin? Well not only dimples. Once I Astrally projected into some asian sweetys domicile and she saw me! Ehhh. I freaked! She was in Hong Kong and I surely wasn't, physically. But she saw me. I went back mucho times Astrally and she and I would converse, not through words but thought! What she saw was "in her own words, a secret friend who would listen to her thoughts of passion". When I did finally get my thoughts together from OMG to how does she see me, I'm at home sleeping?
I calmed down and started to listen, question and try to understand. You don't know how weird that was to be my first initiation outside of my usual stomping grounds. The first dinosaur, hitch hiker and wherever my spirit could take me that was of a natural interest. To prove I was real I sent her a Card, of pretty flowers, all the way to Hong Kong. Before I was 9. I had Uncle Jack Fill it out, send it and when we connected that night she received my card she said, are you a child? I almost cried, I was Zorro. A man, well a young man.
She said, the reason she said that was because of the handwriting. OH FUCK, Uncle Jack couldn't write! The only thing he was utilized in school for was shoveling coal in the school stove in the barren time. His handwriting was NIL and the PostMaster re-wrote it for him. Shit, I should've wrote IT myself. I had better handwriting than that! Then she showed me through her eyes. OMG! I did tell her I'm a young man and then we got to the Q&A's that I memorized to ask her before I went to sleep.
She accepted that I was mature, a GOOD listener and then why her? I couldn't help IT and brushed past her thought and asked, how do you see me? She said I moved through her room like a light. She believed in the GOOD spirits, that were light and afraid of the others. That peer lasted only long enough for me to understand the gift available to all of us and how IT worked, I hear OBLIAL saying, deep hearts.
This IS the closest image I have ever come across to-
That looked like her!
When she responded to my follow up letter in my handwriting-
My Aunt June intercepted it and said while tearing it up!
You don't know anybody there!
I never went there again and never thought of her until, I saw this picture.
I was 9.
The only other time I thought of her, after traveling to parallels you don't and would'nt receive well.
Was in the movie 5th element
Her name was Leu Lu, as it sounds.
I tried to find her again in the past, once or twice!
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