After being close to the path of totality for the solar eclipse last year, I was excited to find out that there’s a lunar eclipse on Friday.

Not for those of us in North America, there’s not. Womp womp.

The solar eclipse was so cool (all those weird vibrations!) I was hoping to catch the lunar version, to watch the moon turn into a rusty mimic of Mars. But alas that is not to be. I’ll have to catch a digital version later, even though that’s not nearly so satisfying.

The movement of the planets has new significance to me. There’s a whole new world of forces in this world that I have always discounted and yet is very clearly real (see also: the sun and moon’s influence on the tides).

My simultaneous accomplishment and crisis last week occurred exactly midway between two eclipses. I finally realized what was going on this afternoon, and tonight, well:

If this is you [it is], you’re probably revved way the hell up into some sort of event horizon of your consciousness. It’s insanely lucid. The goal?  To channel this fresh and ingenious force into ambition realisation at Warp Speed.

Of all the things I’ve ever posted on this blog that barely make sense, this post is going to win. Because it barely makes sense to me, let alone to the point where I could articulate it in writing.

Funny things happen when you stop believing in coincidences.