Dude! I’m not a dude! I’m a dudette, meaning I’m a female, not unless surfers address women as dudes, too, in which case, I do NOT know.
A couple of days ago at night, I wondered to myself and told Maw why there is only one female called a Smurfette among a group of blue-colored Smurfs of mostly male. There Smurfs were popular cartoon characters on American television.
From my readings online, these “entities” claim that their spirits are mostly masculine. Now that totally gay and anti-birth, meaning there can be no way to procreate without a female, not unless these spiritual beings are hermaphrodites!
When I read this morning’s email at around 9:43am, the “dude” description didn’t feel correct. Out of relief and a sigh that my transaction is good. Normally, it’s good business practice to confirm email receipt, which I’ve been waiting for the past 24 hours.
But since I believe ‘my family” knows it was moi who sent them the email, the weather for the past two days have been marvelous! The skies were crispy, clear and blue. The air was fresh and cold. Some light-weight sylphs made their presence known yesterday in cream puff swirls one could find on muffins. The cawing crows were eating their meaty food. The yellow-faced dandelions roared or puffed with gray from the freshly cut grass. I take this beautiful weather as a confirmation from “happy people”.
Last night, too, I kept checking my email for a confirmation. What I got was a system shock through the heart chakra while sitting up. A few nights ago, I got another boost into my heart Charla area in the fashion of a DEFINITE cross-hair the size of my whole chest and outward to the diameter of my shoulders because I couldn’t sleep and probably it’s from drinking two cups of strongly brew Flavia coffee at work. I take these incidences as confirmations from my inner monologues!
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