I went to see a Visionary, someone to caste out the demons and tell of me some future omens. She was one of those green eye-types, generation witch. I laid on a slim table and she dusted my body with a long feather. Seven demons came out of the third chakra, but then something got weird. My body is replaced by that of a jaguar, but my breasts are still present, my face is slick and furred, but human. My arms and legs are those of the cat. I am walking at the bottom of the sea around a glowing purple orb. My jaguar form is pacing the sea floor. The orb rises and explodes and out it comes my own human body form but split and morphed into an Octopus-like mass of dancing limbs. The mass of limbs descends back onto the sea floor and began to draw messages into the sand. The poem on the bottom of the sea reads:

You are here

Alien off-worlders

A pass through

Let the touch happen

Open

Cave

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