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obsidiana de la gitana negra

waking prelude:
this particular golden sheen obsidian sphere was gifted to me this summer by a friend named Alex Isernia. last summer I met him serendipitously, and he let me play and meditate with his sphere. it led to an intense meditation which hinted that I should not be pursuing a particular person, we will call him M.
I did anyways. and we dated that year for a long time. and the next summer rolled around, and somehow magikally I ran into this mysterious Alex again. a Shaman of sorts. and he gave me the sphere again. he said, since I had played with it it kept projecting images of me to him, the black gypsy he called me. and that no one wanted to be with it much anymore. it was my companion.
Obsidian represents owl medicine. the DARK MIRROR. recognizing things in your life\psyche that do not serve you, and that you maybe dont want to acknowledge.....
one pole of the sphere is simply golden. the other has rings, with a darker circle in the center, similar to the eye of the owl.
the poles have very different energies. but held up to the sun, they are both transparent.

I listened to the Omens at first, ending my relationship with M briefly. I had been trying to dream for a few nights, asking for guidance, but every day I woke up with no recollections. one night I saw him in Vancouver, and he begged me to take him back. I was so drained from it all, and confused, that I passed out in my friends loft, this night with no intention of dreaming, simply resting...

then I had this dream:
I am in a festival environment, similar to that of Shambhala or Entheos, with forest around me but also colorful tents and decorations. I am in a fight with Morgan, which is strange because in the waking world we never fought. If we were in a conflict we would both speak slowly and clearly, quietly.
but he was yelling at me, and I was yelling back. He told me that he had another lover, named Roy. and also a couple of other men or something. I was raging at him. "should I be worried.... ? do I have fucking AIDS???!"
he looked at me with the most disgusted look on his face. "you STUPID fucking BITCH." he said clearly while looking right into my eyes.
suddenly I instinctively looked down to see that the sphere was in my right palm. It was cracked.
my initial feeling was one of deep sadness. the brokenness of the sphere genuinely hurt me and I felt a surge of pain. then I lifted the sphere to look through the hole, and the last thing I saw was M's eye.

I woke up in a panic, sweating and distraught.

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