Tonight I feel very strange indeed . I feel a familiar atmosphere in my thoughts and I feel the close presence , very close of a truth of finding something odd . Its a smell in my nostrils and a feeling . Its a little dizzy but its a sweet smell .
Off course ive written before about how charged the atmosphere becomes in the grounds of a Manor house near where I live , and this year its appeared bang on time again . Tonight its dry and crisp , but with sporadic blustery showers . There is a tangible , excitable old sense of tension in these garden grounds . I can feel a direct portal of atmosphere directly back in time to Victorian days . Its in the sound of the winter gales in the tree tops . It sounds like a distant stormy sea . If I was to walk round these gardens in the dark ( as I had to last year ) it would still feel as it did in my childhood . It still feels electric tonight . It does every January . Something is there . An elemental that appears at the turn of every year . It will never die . The nearest example of the feeling im talking about is when you see a deserted fair ground on a winters bright windy afternoon by the sea . Sorry , that's as close as I can get .
Ive called this the Wuthering Heights time of year in the past as this place is rumoured to have been one of the inspirations behind the novel . My family has had several synchronicitys in this field . The brightening of the winter days triggers this . A tremendous energy is released . Doors will rattle and knock . Water will play up ect . Its a yearly cycle too as looking back at my entries last year will reveal . I may go back and tag such posts . It would be interesting ...
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