Outlining the Signs
June 22, 2024 For the past few days, an inexplicable pull has been stirring within me—a quiet yet persistent urge to travel. It’s as if unseen hands are guiding me, and all signs point to Kansas. Kansas? The thought feels foreign, random even, like a word spoken in a language I’ve never understood. There’s no obvious reason for this calling. Yet, the pull isn’t casual; it’s magnetic, almost urgent, as though something waits there for me, unseen and unknown. June 25, 2024 I’ve immersed myself in the study of single root digits, drawn to their fundamental simplicity and connection to the larger cosmic order. My curiosity is no coincidence—it feels intertwined with the strange sensations I’ve been experiencing since the earthquake. The vibrations I felt days ago seemed to resonate not just in the ground but in the air and objects around me. It was subtle at first, like a whisper only I could hear, but undeniable. To test if it was merely my imagination, I turned to observation and experim...