- sky otter wrote:
whenever you are ready and have the power..lol
we'll wait
power to the grandmothers!
thanks zuni, linda and otter...
ok, right after we discussed the "help experiment", i
told sis about it, she got goosey bumps...
here are the signs i noticed during the following days:
a white butterfly fluttered around for awhile....
i had not seen any others up till then and none since...
1 lone buterfly?
then i went to town for supplies... was walking down
the aisle in market and heard a soft thump behind me...
turned around, there was no one else in the aisle,
and a fat roll of paper towels had fallen off shelf...
about 15 feet behind me... i walked toward it and
noticed the brand, the packaging read "AWESOME"
i never heard of "AWESOME" brand paper towels, but
there was my message, and the day WAS awesome...
then driving back to camp, i reached the intersection
where i had to stop before turning onto LINDA RD.
and i looked down to notice my odometer, which i
rarely do cuz i am not keeping records, and it read:
944.44 miles on the trip so far.... linda, you rascal!
couple days later, at our camp at lake mead, while
we were setting up, a man walked into our camp...
Dean said he had been out there for 3 years and explained
how the gov't had re-shaped the landscape and asked
if we had a cigarette, i rolled him two, he walked off
and we didn't see him again. i only tell you this because
it sets up the next visitor, and to let you see that me and
sis are open to being friendly....
a few hours later, a car pulled in behind us and a man
sat at the wheel, sorta smiling, but immediately neither
sis nor i liked him, we got a real bad vibe... he asked
a series of questions to which i gave single word
answers, but i "knew" i should not look him directly in
the eyes, so i did not (a new tactic for me) and after
a few minutes, he left. he had said he stayed there a lot
and was just welcoming us to the neighborhood, but we did
not believe him, and he was gone
later that same day, the third man walked into camp...
we talked with him for awhile, he said he was the son
of a preacher and that he had just gotten out of the air force
and i thought, omg, double brainwashing whammy... he
knew about the chemtrails, said it was a waste of time
to stress about it cuz there was nothing we could do
about it. he talked about the chaos and confusion "over
there" (pointing toward las vegas), i told him about a cream
he could use for his rash (yuck) and we discussed him
and his 19 yr old estranged son, and i think we may have
influenced him to keep trying for a relationship with
"the pain you carry is the love you withhold". we traded
him a pan for some phone calls on his cell, i was able to
talk to my sister in CA and left a message for my son...
the phone call to my sister turned out to be important, she
had been airlifted to San Francisco with severe pancreatitis
and gall stones and is down to 90 lbs - this is the sister
who survived cancer 30 yrs ago and whose body is now
disintegrating from those treatments... sigh ... but i am
so glad to have spoken with her - she really wanted to go
on this trip with us, but her health just would not allow....
driving over hoover dam, away from lake mead, was creepy.
i got the same feeling i had when i saw rancho seco nuclear
facility a long time ago - just feelings of dread and sadness -
to see the technology (which i find negatively implemented)
and the way it has raped mother nature... just have to shake
my head
there was a day or two i may not have been so quick to
notice signs, as the hours were taken up with surviving, like
gathering wood, rationing water, keeping coyotes at bay...
and every day there, 6 sea gulls circled our camp and talked
to us - wait a minute - SEA GULLS IN THE DESERT? can
someone explain that to me? still, their sounds were somehow
comforting, reminding me of the home i have left behind.....
more later, still working on pics...