I had an Aussie flag hung on a wall for several years after Georgia and I were painfully split due to bureaucratic SNAFUs. Her student ViSA was revoked and she had 3 months to return home, which she milked to the last week. I was technically still married, on paper, not in head, and was … Continue reading Australia
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I believe
I believe many things, much of which likely falls out of common currents. Like my belief that the soul is a quantum thing and our bodies are just a tool the soul uses for learning. It can be argued many ways, but thats not the gist of my post. My gist is that I have … Continue reading I believe
Whadda week
Playing 'rent to my Da, doing the Doctor things, running all over three counties to keep him here in our reality, doing the 'Nurse Dio' impression checking vitals, making sure meds are properly laid out and TAKEN. (He is not used to a medicine regimine, and 'forgets' unhuh,,,) (not that I berate him or anything, … Continue reading Whadda week
One wasn’t enough, I guess
as in, One life of trouble wasn't enough, I had to take on a second, and a third,,,, I ain't complaining, this is my Da that I am taking care of. as well as three cats, a dawg, two yards and suddenly back to working,,, well, Part time, since I am spending almost as much … Continue reading One wasn’t enough, I guess
Peturbed, gut feelz
With my reads, some linked, some not, info pouring in from sources, verifying other sources, the next couple weeks have a serious negative vibe coming off them. One source, the one that will never be named here, nor details of any sort given, to protect them, has whispered from the dark and time to me. … Continue reading Peturbed, gut feelz
Realization
Born in 68, grew up through 'tough times' in the 70s, hit full development through the 80s and early 90s, BEFORE the Clinton Machine came to power. Maybe it wasnt the most free point in American history, but lord, it was heads and shoulders more free than now. At least while growing up in the … Continue reading Realization
Enemy, mine
A little side talk with Bossmans Son yesterday. His stepson is a military brother of mine and is shortiming right now. His unit deployed back to Kabul leaving him here for exit rituals, but he is hearing things. Son told me sone if it, and what he said, bears zero relationship to the words being … Continue reading Enemy, mine