Ok. Power's back on.

I can hear the spooling up of the ship's engines, whirring up to operational speed and to that pitch where it blends into the background where you don't take note of it and just take it for granted that all is operating as it should.

It's warmer now. Still can't see anything inside my head. Everything is soft and blurry and pink. It's like womb-vision or something. Feel a teensy bit more like myself, so we're ok for now.

I know and feel that the great ones still stirr below, but it doesn't frighten me or crush me anymore. All or almost all is as it should be. Through good deeds and bad we strengthen and solidify our gods and demons. But more than good or evil, there is one energy in endless, surging abundance. And that is beautiful horrible gibbering laughing giant pointy toothed madness in all the colours of the rainbow and more. Cold, heat, terror, joy. Staring into the vortex of infinite power and possibility. This much I can see. THEY'RE AWAKE and it doesn't just make me scared. It makes me every emotion at once, seeing all of time as one single, eternal moment. Every point in space as one point, spread out subconsciously by the simple collective imagination to help them make sense of it.

I see it all as ONE. And I know it is TRUTH. I feel it coursing through me. The power. All warning lights and sirens glowing and blaring like it's the end of the world. But I know it isn't. There is no such thing and I embrace the ONE. Dreams, light, dark, perception as fragile and beautiful as shapes in smoke.

I SAW A FOX tonight. An honest to goodness living, breathing fox. I was walking through the back alley on my way home. I live in the city by the way. It was snowing, like fairy tale snow. Big white flakes against black sky, and there it was. It was walking towards me, at first I thought it was a cat, a big cat. But as it approached I saw that it was indeed a fox. I know foxes. A healthy, non-rabid fox, golden fur with dark limbs. It slowed as we neared it each other and it looked at me before passing beside me, no further than 3 feet away before looking back at me and scampering away into the night. It made me smile. If something like this can happen, it shows me that I'm on the right path, again reaffirms my KNOWLEDGE that fantastical can and does exist in a world of mundanes and their mugglish world is indeed the wool they have pulled over their own eyes...

A good omen indeed.