Mercury In Retrograde is normally a bit crazy. The MIR which ends tomorrow has been extra loopy. It’s difficult to understand with the human mind and I am having to rely on looking outside the box and noticing the glitches.
Yesterday I made yet another trip to the BP garage in Redpill and again a sense of time looping. The last time I saw the cashier who served me was about fifteen years ago and physically he hasn’t changed one jot. There has also been an extremely loopy something else which is going on in my life. I have changed a possible future and I now don’t have to do something which I did three years ago but the memory of what I don’t have to do now is in the memory bank.
‘In quantum mechanics events which could have happened but didn’t still have an influence on what actually happens.’
Again it was a ghost town, with memory and ‘It’s a movie’ in the mix as it felt like this scene from ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’.
And to cap it all as I left the BP Garage to walk home a Night Bus straight out of Harry Potter appeared with Babylon on the side of it.
It’s Jam Packed.
‘Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.’