Lying Awake

I heard Barack Obama's voice come into my body. And I felt completely different. Not unlike before the election, him and JOhn McCain Had debates inside my aura. His presence is secure. I think maybe it was a reaction to keep my father's psyche out of my yellow/diaphragm chakra. 

His color is not all blue like in the election when McCain's red battled him out over personal versus public responsibility (and over my energy) but a darker quality with the blue. 

Earlier, someone came to my window and a voice told me to talk to her, but I couldn't after I had heard some indistinct phrases of several different feelings.

I also smelt a future lover under the covers.

That's about it since trying to sleep.