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I hear you Necromancer.
In 1981, after living some time in a splendid (but very simple) barn on a mountain, next to natural forces all day and night, and very few people if any at all....I went to London to visit a friend. I went into a Tube station at rush hour. I sat on a bench there and watched the people milling around and rushing past. At first it was overwhelming. But then I saw them as interacting energy patterns in a mass, and suddenly it was like seeing a rushing river down a mountain. It was really beautiful, not negative at all.
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