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Sunday, June 28, 2015

concrete?



why are there bags of concrete left on the sides of the road on Island? Two weeks ago I started to see concrete it was seem everywhere splattered on the island roads. Then last week on kitsap roads I saw the same patterns of concrete on the roads. Yesterday, I saw two full bags of concrete looking placed on the sides of two different roads, yesterday. I woke up with the question: Why?

I would say maybe road maintenance. Yea that's it. Or could it be markings for plots sinister and dark?
Tis dangerous to bikers that's for sure. Now I feel guilty for not movi
ng them off of the side of the road at curves.





time clicks forward and back tick tock

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Another One Bites the Dust



Thwarted
I am more than realizing now (since I have been mutilated on an astral body level) that the only hope that we as humanity (and all living creatures on earth) have is to learn the art of psychic defense. I need to remember it now and remember it yesterday. I feel all alone out here, on this island, in the USA. Living in a neo con ruled County, trying to hold the beauty and magic of the archepello in my heart and not to be afraid, that infects this world and which is about to try to clamp down on and destroy anyone who sees them.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Steerng into the rocks


a little Debbie Downer here
https://youtu.be/mXyC4ffGFBU
Lots of sirens in town today. Don't know why.


the proverbial question: If a tree falls in a forest does it make a sound?
Here's what I am thinking about and being 'public like a frog' I wonder should I cloak my thought?

Two things that seem to threaten me is when I talk about the psychopathic vision of weather modification and town politics. Both seem to bare down on me stemming from the same source. I know there are good people who are blind because security keeps a sash over the eyes/ I am tired and sad by the magnitude of disseption that we all live under. They are poisoning us, and our children. The whole planet, just as a power play and harvest of shattering our potential. I see too much. It is depressing today, oppressing today so I have to sing at the top of my lungs and dance.

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