Feelings are not Facts

I don't know when this came upon me, but I have been noticing of late that I seem to be highly sensitive to others' thoughts. I'm picking up the thoughts of strangers, and of peripheral acquaintances. December energies, I'm seeing now, still reflect the thinness between the worlds that began on Samhain, and will last evidently until my birthday. (Feb. 23rd is the day the Romans celebrated the Terminalia, which was the day sacred to Terminus, God of Boundaries.)

I've had some outlandish thoughts, some of which have overpowered me in meditations. For now, I'm sticking with Gods and Goddesses and firmly envisioning them in my mind. It seems a bit risky to just open myself up without some sort of filtering mechanism in place. I've had some pretty scary thoughts that aren't mine coming through. Generally, even with the focus on deities, I'm feeling tired and a bit listless.

It could also be a delayed reaction to the election, though I don't think that's it. A part of me wants to flagellate myself for not really doing a lot about it. It feels "old" to me somehow. My oracles and such seem to tell me that it is time to celebrate. What to celebrate I'm not exactly sure, but it seems that a cornucopia of galactic delight is on order. Like Charlie from Willy Wonka, I have "the ticket."