The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon ~ Thursday, April 23, 2026
The Clairvoyant Center of Avalon Theresa knew that I felt kind of blue helpless without insight or perspective exactly how I felt for forty years Clinical depression comes in one hue laissez-faire capitalist gray matter air all my grievances as reflective irregardless that the mirror weeps tears real as the silver dollar in my hand vogue comes in waves, Theresa, to scatter oysters along a reef, to sleep in bed yhwh, the Tetragrammaton, to speak as to pronounce the sacred name, instead non-pronunciation, the rule, to seek terror beyond this world of falling sand Center the weight within the hourglass exactly as expected, eventide nightfall, dusk rolls as fog in the city terror of the unknown, what comes to pass exactly as Theresa spoke the name recall the Oracle, another bride opens her mouth, as Pythia, pity for humankind, the omphalos, she spoke Ava tells me, indirectly, her fame valued as a messenger with foresight along with the god, Apollo, her words ling...