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Been a while since I've posted. The WiFi network I have been "borrowing" was temporarily shut off for lack of payment. So sorry...



Anyhow, in my spare time, I've been out roaming the trails in the woods surrounding my neighborhood. I've also been using a program on my cellphone called "Endomondo" to track the distance, and more importantly, log the trails. (for ten years, I've wanted to map out the trails out here so I could know them better than anyone else--although it would seem that I already do, and I'm just mapping them for the benefit of my friends)



Before, I've always been out there with the company of family or friends. Recently, it's been with my neighbour (and MOPI-Paranormal team psychic) and her fiance.



But tonight, I just craved the solitude of a solo walk into the familiar unknown. Carrying nothing more than a flashlight and a bizarre looking machete (a gift from a fellow wanderer from several years back), I set off to get "lost".



Previously, my psychic neighbour and her daughter had gotten themselves lost out there for several hours, until after dark, and she came back telling me of the feelings and presences in the woods. (I can vouch for them myself, as years ago, I was one of the people chased by the "laughing ghosts")



Also, as I set out on my own, she's always warning me to be careful, watch myself, and that she's sending me protection.



Tonight, as I walked, I'd felt the usual energies associated with whatever roams these woods. But as they became stronger, and felt closer and closer, as if someone was right behind me, about to lay a hand on my shoulder...



...I realized I felt completely comfortable.



At one point, I'd even found my way to the path going around the "glade", and sat down by a tree to take a break...



I woke up 20 minutes later, when my phone received a Facebook alert.



So, that level of comfort, in an area well known for its strange activities, wildlife, and the occasional excursion (intrusion?) by poachers and bikers, makes me wonder:



Is it possible that I'm just a bit... darker than anyone realizes?



Granted, when the MOPI team is conducting an investigation, I am well known for going off on my own, regardless of the regulation (which I wrote myself) stating that all investigators are to work in pairs for their own safety. Even in a secluded cemetery, a private residence, or a defunct lagern brewery, I am the lone wanderer.



I can't decide if I feel like nothing is going to bother me, nothing CAN bother me, or if I'm just that well protected.



On the other hand, having a deer come walking out of the treeline 20 feet away and stare at me on my way home, THAT was a little unnerving... XD

Oh boy! It's been a long time since I've been to a bar...



To be more precise, the last time I'd been to a bar was January 5th, to have a few day-early drinks for my birthday.



Furthermore, back then, my abilities weren't "acting up" all on their own. And at that time, I didn't know that I could pick up the energies of large groups of people through any means other than direct physical contact.



But tonight, I'd accepted an invite to go hang out with a couple coworkers at a local pub (actually, one coworker, one ex coworker from another job--who'd have thought they would know each other...)



At any rate, the music was good. The band (and the party tonight was 1980's themed) played a hell of a good set, though admittedly, they really need to stay the hell away from Def Leppard--like Guns & Roses, no one can even come CLOSE to the original. (besides, something seems fundamentally wrong about Americans trying to play Leppard or Zeppelin or Billy Idol or Clapton)



But having soaked up energy from groups of kids at work, it should have occurred to me that the same could happen while surrounded by drunken fools...



I may like to get lit once in a while, but I get an adequate buzz off of two or three shots of whiskey. I don't like getting crocked, tanked, peshed, piani, or whatever you may call it depending on your geographic, demographic, or income bracket.



And now I know, I like it even less when I have that feeling forced upon me by the people I'm surrounded by.



Yes, I had my requisite shot of Jim Beam, followed by nearly two hours of cola. One shot is NOT enough to screw me up, especially with all that caffeine running through me.



Now, I know that no one "forced" that--intoxicated energy?--on me. But those who know what it feels like to not be able to control what you absorb, or block out the energy around them, will understand the reference to being "forced".



Now what do I call this? "Psychically drunk"? "Paranormally Peshed"?



Oh well, at least I got a nice looking tie to wear to the Requiem next month...