Shortly after I discovered my mind-reading talent, I went to a local gaming center where many of my friends would gather, and I shared my story and was met with mixed feelings. But something happened that day. In the sky. A sigil of the Eye of Rah, with the sun shining through the pupil. We weren’t all outside, there was Pat and Danielle, and the rest I can’t recall or be sure about, but there were 12 outside besides myself. Pat snapped a photo that would eventually get deleted before I could get my hands on it, but photos were taken. Not many of us kept watching, but I did. The sky over Duluth went through a subtle transformation over those 90 seconds. The eye went from the standard sigil, into a feminine version, and then into a formation familiar only to myself. It was a bearded dragon eye. I know because I had just adopted one from an anonymous lady two days before, and she had named him Rah. Over those 90 seconds, every other cloud in the sky formed a simpler eye shape. Then it was over and it all dissipated. Was something was trying to get my attention? Normally I would avoid the narcissism of questioning something like that, but it felt personal enough to need to ask. I spent a lot of time trying to “decipher” this one, and I think I finally did it, but I’m not sure it translates well. Basically “male knowledge,” “female knowledge,” and “animal knowledge,” but if you turn it into a pictorial equation, it starts looking like something that will come up later. An odd detail I often forget, I found my 8-leaf-clover in that woman’s yard.
The Vocanic Weird 