Put off until tomorrow, roads closed due to flooding.
I hope that things go well. My guts tell me to tell you not to go alone, do NOT trust the water, don't follow any animal you see. I'm not telling you your business, just what I can. I'm trying to build my strength up till overcome whatever has me so bound up. I needed more than an hour to put my head in order and stop the involuntary waterworks last time I tried to tap into it through your writing. It's still hard to talk about directly, but I got some impressions. Only one was particularly clear.
The GODTOILET was a dish collecting knowledge long before we started building them. Every drop of rain, snow, and mist that gathers in it is like a data packet of sorts carrying a sort of status cookie. "Big Brother" guards and reads these and learns about the world. A new story made just for him would be a fit offering, and you
really should make one.
Also... does the NATION, any member, know of your intent? That on the day of your intended journey the road was made impassable by water indicates that The People, in spirit, are not in accord. You're damn well favored to get such a portent. If the spirits hated you the way would be made clear and every attempt made to get you IN THE WATER. They would not play fair. Trust me.
I'm going to go try and shake this feeling now.
