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The Counselor Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in reaching their goals, and directive and introverted in their interpersonal roles. Counselors focus on human potentials, think in terms of ethical values, and come easily to decisions. The small number of this type (little more than 2 percent) is regrettable, since Counselors have an unusually strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others and genuinely enjoy helping their companions. Although Counsleors tend to be private, sensitive people, and are not generally visible leaders, they nevertheless work quite intensely with those close to them, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes with their families, friends, and colleagues. This type has great depth of personality; they are themselves complicated, and can understand and deal with complex issues and people.

Counselors can be hard to get to know. They have an unusually rich inner life, but they are reserved and tend not to share their reactions except with those they trust. With their loved ones, certainly, Counselors are not reluctant to express their feelings, their face lighting up with the positive emotions, but darkening like a thunderhead with the negative. Indeed, because of their strong ability to take into themselves the feelings of others, Counselors can be hurt rather easily by those around them, which, perhaps, is one reason why they tend to be private people, mutely withdrawing from human contact. At the same time, friends who have known a Counselor for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that they are inconsistent; Counselors value their integrity a great deal, but they have intricately woven, mysterious personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.

Counselors have strong empathic abilities and can become aware of another’s emotions or intentions — good or evil — even before that person is conscious of them. This “mind-reading” can take the form of feeling the hidden distress or illnesses of others to an extent which is difficult for other types to comprehend. Even Counselors can seldom tell how they came to penetrate others’ feelings so keenly. Furthermore, the Counselor is most likely of all the types to demonstrate an ability to understand psychic phenomena and to have visions of human events, past, present, or future. What is known as ESP may well be exceptional intuitive ability-in both its forms, projection and introjection. Such supernormal intuition is found frequently in the Counselor, and can extend to people, things, and often events, taking the form of visions, episodes of foreknowledge, premonitions, auditory and visual images of things to come, as well as uncanny communications with certain individuals at a distance.

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The answer only ever asked a question:
Anyone might be a miracle continuously reborn into cupped hands, however might all but an iota spill over would it seem love-soaked, or tragically,magically never nothing or something?
These gestures may be drowned, but they are all I have.
Do I de-exist?

I say no.
I say no to throwing my shoulder to the dust, to what-ifs and how-coulds and make-believes. I say no to my haunted dreams. I say no to my tired, taut shaking body and to the anguish of fear.
I hold dear to what is real and to this brief crackle of wet thunder.

A movement toward home, or toward softer sound waves? We left the words dripping wet on the line, their throats full of tears, and then we left them out to dry. They dried and malingered while the room burned with the heat of stars. Do they mean anything once they’ve dried?

Do I burn better by your side?

Can it exist without this enormous gravity?

I stand uncertain.

And still.

(I believe I prefer you)

“Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered”
-e.e. cummings

But what of never, do you believe in never?
It never meant forever.
Wind shifts in moments, sunlight slanting through,
and down to the flowers which the rain grew,
winding through the same places,
touching them, softly, on the side
of the stomach of an instant,
after which we sat whimsically wondering
if the wind knew we were watching while it played its games,
waiting for the rain that came.

The rain came and made us soggy.
Waterlogged we were mussed.
Tempestuous perfervid always flowers believe!
Next to nothing sat the sun,
doing nothing, being warm.
We could shine a light on.
We could play a harp song.
In the wind that wonders,
In the sun that came,
In the flowers that will follow
and make love to the rain.

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I am planning a revolution.
It involves pretty colors and sexy bodies.
More than that it entails the willing suspension of disbelief,
for the entirety of spring.
I dip my tongue into a bowl of ferocious.
Feathers, crystals, gypsy queens.
A few things.
Wings.

I wish to direct your attention to the left. Behold, a magnificant fetus, half-formed! Normally, we would push them back into the womb, but a few are very strong. Out they come, in need of respiratory assistance and suckling and constant maintenance. This particular fetus displays unusual brain wave activity. With innovative technology we have been able to create a system capable of deciphering this activity into language! Let’s see if he won’t transmit something to us.

they have outstanding claims i’m thinking my god man what’s to stop then from destroying my gelatinous body they will crunch me something is missing what is missing where has all the softness gone to these days?

i think i need to sleep.