The wildest thing happened awhile back.

A man was sitting with back against a sign post at an intersection. He was wearing a Batman mask, a half faced mask. Sitting there, he was resting his wrists on knees, head tilted back in what appeared to be meditation. He had no sign. Passing, I saw his beard was salt and pepper, well trimmed. It freaked me out a little, what with white hats and black hats and talk of Batman and who knows what.

Today, I went through the same intersection. As I slowly approached the intersection I saw a man wearing a Batman mask. He was furiously whittling on a walking stick, taking the bark off or something. As I approached, I rolled down the window. He walked over and I handed him a tuna/cracker combo pack and told him I liked his mask. His beard was yellowed, matted even. He was high spirited (not stoned). He thanked me happily, wished me a happy new year as I drove off.

I sit here, wondering about the first man I saw. Can I trust my own vision? 🧐😳🤔😉

Perhaps the first vision was my shape-shifting guardian Angel.

One can dream. 💯🥰💥

One can build this into one’s personal reality. And this, I choose to do.

Blessings.