Well, it's not quite that simple. While I do use that technique, I apply to a schema that tells me if the information I am cosmically recieving from who I percieve to be Morrissey is right or wrong. I guess it's like crystal ball stuff without the crystal ball, but with words. Sun, Mars and Saturn "signs" generally tell you that if your mom is blathering on in
green about being and tense and frustrated and nervous about, ohhh, I dunno, maybe an interview or something, that those sentiments are generally true. Moon, Venus, and Jupiter "signs" tell you that the information you're recieving is probably not true. 42 is Jupiter. In a commercial last night it came up and I was relieved that some thing someone said on here in green probably wasn't true and I could relax and not worry. There's a system, it's not as simple as using factoids from Mozipedia applied to the box of Kleenex on the table makes me his soulmate.
I sense things not in Mozipedia, basic emotions like frustration and happiness, confusion, love, hunger. Sleep is a big one. Weird little needs. And sometimes, like he mentions in The More You Ignore Me, he makes up my mind, he tells me through my own actions what he;s feeling or his intentions given a certain situation. It's beyond weird, I know. You were actually present for one of the most surreal moments in my life where I wasn't reading others when he was standing next to me, my brain just felt calm. We didn;t know he was going to show up, I had no way to prepare for that, it just happened, BLAM! But remember that awkward conversation with that British dude beforehand? I was sensing he was with people. THen when you went into the bathroom that guy asked me to give him a ride? Meanwhile Morrissey is with people and they are giviing him a ride TO the bar we all met at. Little stuff. Parallels. It's difficult to describe.