February 13, 2021

In a dream last night J asked me if I would be Dean at All Souls. I said “I have no training,” but he didn’t seem to think it mattered. I was still thinking about it when I woke. 

Magnetic Theater Virtual Valentine’s Program. I read “After Supper” redone as a love letter. Someone impersonated Baudelaire (effectively). Two girls played instruments and sang. It was a little random for my taste, and technical problems delayed t by half an hour, but a fair audience had bought advance tickets. Who knows what all this energy come to in the end?

Trump for the second time not made to pay for the consequences of his deeds. The repercussions of this stretch into the spiritual world to remoteness indiscernible.