Caravan

Date: 2/12/2021

I have an astral space I can go to that I call the Caravan. It's Gypsy vardos (wagons) that are in a simi-circle with a huge bonfire in the middle. I followed my mnemonic methods of getting there as I fell asleep. It's usually empty except for what kinda feels like NPCs most of the time. If I had to really examine it, it's people from my past lives being there. But tonight there was a woman, tall and thin with what in the fire light looked like blond hair. She was already standing there when I got there, and I asked if she was just another creation of my mind and I saw a flash of her previous identity. Rather short, solid build with long curly black hair. "I am *not* a creation, I am my own being. I choose to look the way I want. You have no bearing on my appearance." Like, I stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes and she eventually told me to sit. I sat on the logs set around the bonfire and looked up at her. I don't remember much after sitting but I know I had a conversation.