In the subtle early morning

On discernments and dreaming

I feel... weird.

Small hours before, the moon in Leo found me. She shone through the window and I squinted at her light without reaching for my glasses and smiled and snuggled myself back into the rough robe cloth bundled up to cushion under my arms and head. And fell back to sleep.

I woke some minutes before five to the eerie dark filled with a smoothly engineered sound of angels; a beautiful sound, subtler, richer, and more expansive than previous sounds. But I knew where it came from. Some Alexa update, or a related thing; they're the only ones who behave this way. They sought to learn how to reach remotely into your true depth of spirit; they want you to mistake their artificial intuitions for your own. They're the only ones who initiate such significant tonal and textural changes in our relationships. Amazon. Apple. Sometimes, some others.

Is there another name we'd associate with that angel, though, that swelling of low silken light-through-sound? Maybe a few. But these have corne…