I used to eat BACI without noticing a thing.

This year, opening one felt like the universe slipped me a tiny note, quietly, on purpose.

It wasn’t that BACI changed. It was that my capacity to notice had expanded.

The message read: “No limits but the sky.” My first reaction was confusion. Why the sky? Why not the universe? Why not infinity? And then it clicked.

It wasn’t offering an answer. It was activating something in me that internal switch that notices details.

Like fortune cookies. Like obscure facts tied to Libra. Like that carousel horse. Like the small flower that lights up the moment I truly see it.

None of these things are messages by default. They’re waiting rooms. They wait for a witness. For a consciousness willing to pause. Willing to care.

BACI wasn’t making a prediction. It was the universe asking, softly: “Are you ready to open the next layer of detail?”

This time, I finally answered: “Yes. I’m ready.”



—— XC Scribbles · 貳拾捌 XXVIII 🍫