a long time in the making- part 2

In your brain, behind your eyes is that spot where the conscious meets the subconscious, where true sight is seen, where eternity begins + time can stand still.

2 things have happened in the last 2 days that I need to shift through. But first somethings to clarify- I gave been feeling clear, direct, positive, articulate + just truly good. I have crossed that metaphorical line, scaled the immense mountain + jumped off the bridge. I have began now to learn how to forget to fear fear.

But before more clarification things 1 + 2...

Thing 1
I crossed the street on my way home. In the middle of the street was a dirty, soggy aquamarine bra. It had been in the street that morning on my way to work as well + gave me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Again it did the same when I walked past it. A hard, hollow almost painful feeling hit me in my gut. I saw without seeing a van then inside the van. I felt the bra was tossed out. I was acutely, sharply, suddenly aware that a woman had been raped. I physically felt altered for a few moments. My lower body ached. Something primal, horrific + violating resonated within me. There was an intense wash of emotions wash over me- fear, panic, pain, anger + an out of body experience. I saw but yet didn't see a young Hispanic female. I felt the lingering, oppressive, heavy extremely male energy lingering around, in + on top of her.

I have had this sort of extremely unpleasant imagery overcome me in the past. However, this time I checked it + did not stick with me. I experienced it + let it go. I was like watching a movie or seeing a play, being extremely emotionally affected by it but being able to leave the theatre + leave it behind.

Thing 2
I was in a very long, slow moving line at the drugstore purchasing some staples during the midst of a Valentine's buying frenzy. I was watching the busy New York City street foot traffic while I waited. Time seemed to be frozen on the slow moving line in the store but was briskly moving outside on the street.

A man in a long black coat, black boots + long stringy hair walked by outside. He hesitated, pausing just past the door + we made eye contact. I looked right into his dark black eyes + saw a void there. It was dark, dank + a wave of rotten energy washed over me. He turned away + continued to walk down the street. A minute later he returned + walked into the store. He entered the store + I could see their was translucent simmer to his rough, tough pockmarked skin. Again we made eye contact + he turned away. Instead of walking out the door he walked through the door + disappeared out of sight. The door was a glass automatic opening door. It did not open when when he walked through it. He did not appear on the other side to walk past the store. The entire front of the drugstore was glass + I would have been able to see either way he walked.

I was left with a lingering feeling of confusion, uncertainty, hesitation, heaviness + a strong metallic taste in my mouth. This feeling lifted when I exited the drugstore.

A little Perspective Here
On the other side of the line the old me would have had to check myself hard. Chalked it up to deranged imagination. The new me realizes sometimes these things happen. It's not mystical or magical. It is energy at work here. Vibrations, impressions, a flash of something I have picked up on.

The question is what to do with this information? Is it merely enough to know it? I am on a journey to learn how to channel, harness + learn do something more for the universe.