Lemon tea with Milk, Incense and Past Lives

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The sound of my cat’s lapping water and the low mystical music from Avalon’s Mists can be heard in the apartment. I have made myself a cup of lemon tea with milkand a touch of honey, and I lean back in my chair, gently sipping it.

Candlelight casts shadows through the room of 28 squaremetres. 4 candles on my desktop, one in my small window, one over the stove and one on the bookshelf.

The Black and Coconut incense creates a mystery in my apartment that I missedwhen I lived in the collective. I will open my home again, one could say. Inviting the forces some call God, others call ghosts to my home.

The incense smells really good. Unlighted one smell something you associate with candy, lighted it smells of smoke, cloudy vanilla and makes me think of leather tents and sweaty bodies for some obscure reason.

A peephole into a former life, perhaps?
Just a small description of an evening at my place,

Blessed Be…