Elethia Xyliana
June 23rd, 2003, 12:25 AM
I have spent a lot of time with my rock. I carry it around for me, let it performe miscellaneous jobs for me, hold my books open when I read or prop them up at a good angle.
I do not hear my rock like some booming voice from above but more like a receive feelings from it, simular to the way I receive feelings from other people. The coldness that it felt for so long beeing in a very dark place. Then a period of pain, intense pain when being split apart from the rest of itself. Then the warmth of sunshine when he came out into the world but yet being lonely like wanting to be back with the rest of himself.
I keep telling him how much character he has, because of his shape. From one side you can very plainly see his face, an older face full of knowledge. From the other side you can see his entire body. (very handsome rock).
But he still does not "speak" to me. I just receive feelings.
Elethia
I do not hear my rock like some booming voice from above but more like a receive feelings from it, simular to the way I receive feelings from other people. The coldness that it felt for so long beeing in a very dark place. Then a period of pain, intense pain when being split apart from the rest of itself. Then the warmth of sunshine when he came out into the world but yet being lonely like wanting to be back with the rest of himself.
I keep telling him how much character he has, because of his shape. From one side you can very plainly see his face, an older face full of knowledge. From the other side you can see his entire body. (very handsome rock).
But he still does not "speak" to me. I just receive feelings.
Elethia