Rain.
As it spacificaly relates to what I'm trying to come to terms with, is that it was spacificly a medium for a sort of unintentional scrying by a dear friend of mine. What I'm presently trying to come to terms with has to do with the legitimacy of the message claimed by the rain, as it was explained to me...
by a "rather nice, reliable, soft voice."
I should mention that when I tried to inquire if this indeed was not rain, but some other emalgum using the rain as a ficsuit, the answer was an indeniable negative.
Rain.
Now, everything here is up to speculation... and I'm not exactly scientificly sure of the amount of dopamine being produced by my dear friend's brain... but she don't drop acid, and she's not prone to frivolty with portents, interpritations, and information 'floating on the breeze' as it were.
Femine undertones, but not outright blatant "female" vibes.
So what can you tell me about this 'rain' character?
I've got my mate on it (I'm sorry... but I'm one of those people that can't help but become chummy with my servitors... it's a terrible flaw of mine)... and I'm doing meditations of my own, but...
Help anyway. My first impressions are that I'm a little out of my league. |
