This morning was strange. I'm not sure what I was meant to do, or feel. Wolf asked me to listen closely with both my aura and my ears. So I did. Immediately, I felt a strange heaviness in the air. I reached out not with my ears, but something else. Energies. The same thing I do to read emotions. I felt negative ones weighting my aura down. Weighting me down. The air was stirring as if something swam above me. I could hear faint breathing. Occasional growling.
He told me to draw what I saw from listening. I could see wolves. Baring their teeth. Giant, black wolves. Yet not physical. As if ghosts, that interacted with me from another realm. That could only interact with my aura. And my aura provided the visuals. It was such an odd, foreign feeling. I could see, feel and hear, yet I could not. Nothing was physical. It was as if a dream.
I drew wolves. The heads of wolves baring their teeth. He asked me to keep the page, and record down all that I felt. It meant something important, he said. "You'll see." I'm not quite sure what to feel regarding this matter. I'm not even sure what came out of this activity. I suppose patience is virtue. I'll get to see, as he said. I am restless due to anxiety. His unpredictability continues to baffle me. I can never tell what he will do next. What he will feel next. Perhaps that is what frightens me the most. What frightens all of us. The unknown.
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The journal of odd occurences
Non-FictionI have created this journal due to recent occurences. I will record all that I see, hear, and feel. Nevertheless, this will be my only comfort through the coming days. I do not know why these have come to occur, or how. But I am looking to find out.
