So, in one of my moments being obsessed with this love daemon as described in https://wp.me/P8JYrd-9k, I decided to astral project to witness him. And did. He was angry, flustered and slammed the door.
Finally some relief! He is otherwise busy and ‘doesn’t want you’. (It has always been my habit to easily detach, no matter how strongly I felt, from any man) So sadly, but my heart a little eased, I ‘left’ & regrounded into ordinary reality.
Later on that day, sitting in my cozy new living room, was noting how quiet and peaceful it was…that there wasn’t TV. I’d lived with a man for 26 years whose family incessantly watches TV. Just then, a little figment of a voice popped in, then face and bright eyes saying, “No tv, pretty cool”. It was a very happy version of my love daemon. Quite amusing. Then just a little later, an even younger version of said individual popped into my head about saying he were going to remind his more material self of “what he once loved”. It was the cute, but sure fed my obsession.
Normally I’m just walking around pretty centered.But now, unless I’m actively engaged with someone else, I feel like my heart has an MRI magnet on it. It might make me swoon. I’ll try to put it into medical terms someday but for now, this is such an interesting experience!
Whatever this mischief is about, the 8 of cups in tarot talks about letting the emotional attachment to a thing go its course to completion. Phew, I finally got one and feel a bit better.
