08-18-2018, 05:42 PM
The opening default on Jensen's device browsed headlines in the scroll. The plane's slow internet signal gave him little access, and there hadn't been time to connect to JFK's system before boarding.
He liked to stay aware of current events, particularly in the pre-subscribed topics closest to his heart. The attention from patheos was beginning to diminish, but similar gatherings came together. A moscow-based voodoo queen gathered attention in a city park. Jensen studied her picture, closely, curious about the things she practiced. Voodoo was a pagan sort of religion that edged upon the demonic, but Jensen read the article anyway, seeking signs to the contrary. it was not that long ago that he interpreted the presence of his gifts as demonic possession, powers unnatural for mankind to wield. Clearly this gift was not a supernatural curse, rather, it was a blessing. Others likely interpreted the gift according to their own backgrounds and experiences. Did a voodoo queen channel the power of the gift? Or was she a performer? Jensen was genuinely interested in knowing. Maybe even meeting her when he returned to Moscow.
For return to Moscow he intended. There was no doubt that he was meant to be in the city. The revelation of the Gift came to him in Moscow. The angel in his dream told him to stay there. But Jessika and the boys were too strong a connection, luring him back to Dallas. He had to set things right with them. Kiss them. Hug them. Share his love, even his love for Jessika, his best friend, and his regret that he couldn't stay.
Jay's channeling drew his attention. Jensen watched for a time as the cube twisted and turned. Jay was zoned out upon it. Indeed, it was mesmerizing to watch. It seemed harmless, and Jensen wouldn't interrupt the necessary concentration, but he intended to comment on it later.
He liked to stay aware of current events, particularly in the pre-subscribed topics closest to his heart. The attention from patheos was beginning to diminish, but similar gatherings came together. A moscow-based voodoo queen gathered attention in a city park. Jensen studied her picture, closely, curious about the things she practiced. Voodoo was a pagan sort of religion that edged upon the demonic, but Jensen read the article anyway, seeking signs to the contrary. it was not that long ago that he interpreted the presence of his gifts as demonic possession, powers unnatural for mankind to wield. Clearly this gift was not a supernatural curse, rather, it was a blessing. Others likely interpreted the gift according to their own backgrounds and experiences. Did a voodoo queen channel the power of the gift? Or was she a performer? Jensen was genuinely interested in knowing. Maybe even meeting her when he returned to Moscow.
For return to Moscow he intended. There was no doubt that he was meant to be in the city. The revelation of the Gift came to him in Moscow. The angel in his dream told him to stay there. But Jessika and the boys were too strong a connection, luring him back to Dallas. He had to set things right with them. Kiss them. Hug them. Share his love, even his love for Jessika, his best friend, and his regret that he couldn't stay.
Jay's channeling drew his attention. Jensen watched for a time as the cube twisted and turned. Jay was zoned out upon it. Indeed, it was mesmerizing to watch. It seemed harmless, and Jensen wouldn't interrupt the necessary concentration, but he intended to comment on it later.